Dreams

Swirling swirls of colorful madness

I am lost in a rainbow mist

Swaying, swaying..falling, falling

As do the leaves of fall

Shadows cast of

Self-creation

I can smell the flowers

Blooming

Somewhere down the road

Aching, laughing

Living, dying

Twisting, dancing like a stream

Swirling swirls of sunny gladness

Morph into

Stains of reality

Why have I gone

And left this trembling world of dreams

Reviews

[A.A.Romanczuk]

Yes, thank You, Emily :)
Aaaww..I'm sorry, Jeff..I'm glad it gave a little happiness though :) Thank You :)
Thank You, Vertigo :) Thank You :)
Quite right, Blues :) It is the same with me..they ask..why are You smiling...because there are all of these wonderful fantasies being created in my head...it really does protect You from insanity..although I like to think that we're all just a little insane...else our writing would be different.. :) Thank You for Your sincere kindness :)

[bluessadmood]

I think without dreaming your day ,you could never survive the harshness of it..
i always loved to dream all the time..some will pass me by smiling and they wonder
what is it i see..i dont have to answer ,i dont have to report myself to any
its my life my of living..i will never give a care to what anyone say
its my dream..i choose to wake from it whenever i liked
this way i learned how to survive in the nastiest of times
its a way to defent yourself and sanity by ..dreaming
lovely write..

[Vertigo]

Amazing...love the way this flows

[Jeff]

Nice twist at the end. I was feeling kind of happy until you smacked me with reality.

[Emily B]

always in dreams

[A.A.Romanczuk]

Oh, yes, of course, You are right, dear Ed! Of course!...but how lovely it is that dreams lend a little spark to our writing :)

[Ed Hart]

because this is where we do our work, my dear