A cycle of dreams

Silently, I sit alone
Pondering over many different things
Slowly, I drift away from reality
I am taken on invisible wings

The thoughts all flow together
Like a never-ending sea
All the emotions I have ever known
Quickly sweep over me

Silently I close my eyes
And bask in this wonderful pain
My soul begins to heal itself
Soon no scars will remain

Suddenly, something slightly wet
Crawls gracefully down my face
The single tear caresses my skin
At a beautifully unhurried pace

It falls down to the ground, small and fragile
With a shine as bright as a gem
And without a sound I drift back to reality
To face the pain again.

~Amaya~

Tags:

Post a comment