I Dreamt
On The Fine Line Between Dreams And Reality
I dreamt of an empty beach
Of sitting on the sand, where the sunlight barely reach
With you next to me, well, all around me
and so absorbed in the scenery I embraced it all
Only to awake once more, eyes wide open,
still seeing the dream I dreamt
And I wondered, if all that wasn't real,
then what is this?
What is this white ceiling, these lazy lights,
casting shadows around my mind?
Nothing but dreams, within dreams.
Oh to go back there, basking in the sun
of my own making, my very own warmth
and peace, with you all around me
I can't help but wonder,
Am I dreaming, or am I still dreaming?
About the Creator
YonathanJ
I've been an avid reader for as long as I can remember, and a writer for many many years by now. The act of writing gives meaning to my life, creation as solace. I hope you enjoy my writings.
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