Awakening within a dream once more
For the spectator, me, am now lucid
The air more harsh, breathing a chore,
lungs combustible when filled...
The collapse of air spewed,
Is like warmth from a fresh campfire.
In this dream I awaken in, it is you,
Who greets, "hello there dear sire,"
"No grazing in the pasture of sorrow,
No praise in pain... your usual crave,
No Sir, a new spur of delights sown...
The nights of drama you'll be spared...
Of rumbling doubts, of a pricking lie,
Spared the riddles and just be amused
No more of a fumbling heart, Sir I do try
My best, and as brittle as I be, no ruse...
No deceit, I say what's this it to you?"
No sooner did I raise a brow then aid
The flask of poised suspicion, for due
To an epiphany I knew I have stayed...
In this dream, my new found dominion
Of which I am king of my own heart.
I calmly said, "I wish it to be set in stone,
That here today, I say, my new start...
Be of riches in joy, of instances of bliss
For who I need to live in this dream...
An Alice... a wonderland such as this...
Needs a queen, a real lady to be seen."
"Dear Sir, that be me, I am she, Alice,
If that be your leaning desire then...
Let it be" coy to lure, surprise...
In her eyes, a gentle tap on the chin,
A murmured echo of a deep breath,
Then a faint image through closed eyes,
One another's lips in the seconds left…
Before this wonderlands next sunrise.
The day has begun, more of a spry
Young natured sort, more then splendid
In that 'humor' is to blame when I cry,
The Alice and Hatter are now befriended.