Awake and Dreaming

Effortless visions appear

Pen leaving trail of lies

Each one illuminates truths

But if forced the fickle muse dies

 

Stilling my thoughts for a while

Nothing but moments to lose

I hear a voice speak enigmas

What it says is not mine to choose.

 

Subconscious rises to float

At the tips of my fingers; my soul

Speaks in rare crystalline tones

As the dream on the page becomes whole.

Reviews

[Álvaro C.]

Introspective. Maybe you need to polish some verses.

[MoriartyMesa]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Agtparb19a0