Bliss.

Bliss.

Wednesday, August 26, 2015

Confabulations.


There are dreams every night,
Those that promise to be windows to another world,
Dreams where everything is right,
Only that they never return.

There are daydreams that come and go,
With a glimmer of hope but nothing more.
Was it real? I'd never know,
Lost ships without a shore.

And then there is you; as real as ever,
You are no delusion for I've never felt more alive,
Yet I wish you were an illusion,
Because you're the best dream that was never mine.