Tue, 10/14/2014 - 20:28 -- cwang8


They say you only dream

In black and white.

If that's the case

I've never seen

Such vivid blacks and stunning whites

As run through my mind at night.


Longing, peril, mystery; 

I'm running from unseen attack

With rapid eyes shooting

With nocto-neural electricity.

The fitful night is 



Imagination, thoughts 

Without interpretation,

I'm leaping through a field

Of dew-colored poppies

Like a bold, brave eagle

Of dashing pride.

The sanguine night is optimistic.


Your name is there but I can't see

Your face and though 

It beckons me 

In this mirage,

This paranormal photography,

I just don't get it.

But I'll know tomorrow.


The corners of my memory

Awake and then it all

Makes sense.

I recover from delusion and 

Into a clear day



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