Monday, 22 April 2013


I awaken from sporadic dreams
Only to beg time
To return me to my deep slumber,
Catch the tiny wisps of vague fantasies,
Hazy illusions I wholly seek.

Blurry visions I long to hold,
Those bittersweet images sheathed in silk,
Tiny droplets of golden hopes,
Strewn beneath the coverlet of haughtiness,
Viciously sweeping into my wakened self.

I remained Stoic.

Just like that,
I watched the dream's demise.

(((asheil.august 6.2011.saturday.1046hrs.)))

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