The Color of Dreaming
Where we go when we sleep
I've tried to paint the color of dreaming
Thousands of times, but to no such avail
To capture a color I'm incapable of seeing
On this side of the multi-dimensional veil
I wander through space and time untethered
Bound not by the laws of nature or man
No gravity holds me, no woes from the weather
Until the sandman’s essence slips from my hands
To witness such beauty only I can behold
Not a soul in the world that can share in the wonder
Is both an honor and tragedy that can only be told
and never be seen through the eyes of another
I alone bear the scars of my sleep-sewn affairs
Scribbled and scrawled on the walls of my mind
Chaotic and lovely, recurring and rare
Written in an ink that fades over time
Where do we go when we sleep, I keep asking
Searching my psyche to find the true meaning
The answers so close yet so far from unmasking
To learn how to paint the color of dreaming.


Comments (1)
Off the back of your excellent interview with Heather, I thought I'd go back and check out something early. Love this...has a very dream-like quality!