Dreaming is the temptation I adore
Painting dreams upon the floor
Pictures in my dreams
So vivid and real
Shades of objects so real and sincere
And in between
I open my eyes
I barely can focus
The water swells inside
My eyes close
The pictures begin
Every one is different
Like a cloud the texture within
Dreaming is the temptation I adore
The violin plays
Each stroke defines
Like a whimper inside
Drawn along the music rides
Into my dream it plays
I’m focused I feel
Each and everything I touch
So real
I try to call out
My lips move
But the words they just lay
My throat is dry
The words are all locked
Inside drifting away
Inside my thoughts
The words just lay
Dreaming is the tempation I adore
My eyes opened
Nothing else matters
My blurred vision
I can hardly see
Now the dreams fade
Their fading away
I tried to grasp
Try to hold on
My dreams fall through my fingers
Like sand falling upon
Out on to the floor
I watched it fall
I’m awake and my dreams have gone
Written by © Malc.Johnson 2009
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mercsmoon poetry © Malc.Johnson 2009

