lucid dream

the lucid dream; a feather's touch

drew ripple across still glass lake of consciousnesses

silent wind whispered smoke-veiled thoughts 

turned restless, and confronted by eminent glow

translucent by the light, 

through my own skin i watched swirl my soul

writhing within

as if my own body was its imprisonment 

i raised my hands to ward off the blow

but to dust they shattered like glass   

inkdrop tear traced the contours of my face

and blackened the light within