The Haven of Dreamers
If I should shed
All of these
Unnecessary superfluities
Let them fall
Like plumage
Or foliage
Or broken links from mail armor
If I should slough them off
As a viper rips through
Her own beaded skin
Then I should be left bare
As a dewy chick
Quivering in a crumpled shell
And my heart would beat
For one thing only:
The bright refuge
Cradled in my mind
Nestled like a winter fox
Inside my skull
It is my little
Imaginary corner of the world
An asylum for the wildest fantasies
That leap from my heart
The secret space
Of poets, artists, writers
And dreamers
The realm of true friends
That I spun of nothing
And now hold dearer
Than the characters
That populate reality
I'd give up all
But my daydream dominion
For it keeps my heart beating
In this drowsy, empty life
My home away from existent home
Where I live more
Than I ever could here