Morning Dream

Colours flow, vibrate and merge to create
A world that pulsates and glows alive
Huddled in her past, she blissfully sleeps
And abandons herself to its rhythm and time.

Passions throb and drown her in their sway
Corridors open wide into fields of gay
Sensuality reigns supreme here and pure
Love blazes a deep path for her sure.

But soon, Golden Orb rises from his bed
Rays of reality on her are shed
Piercing sharp and deep into her world
Knocking rudely at her door, jolting her up.

But she soon turns away to continue the twirls
Blinding herself to the new harsh morn
Compelled is she to live in that vibrant magical world
And sing the sweet songs that gleam like pearls.

She knows it is but a myth, a mirage
Her world of dreams is false at large
And yet this child woman wants to dream, half sleep
For who will it harm if she doesn't wake up at once to weep?

~ Glowing Embers ~

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