Waking Dream

Waking Dream

A Poem by M.a. Benjamin
"

just wrote this, again.

"

Through space and time I reach a loving embrace

Curls of crimson spilling through extended fingers

I stare deep into crystalline blue should I choose

Or perhaps my colours entirely change

And I find my scenario anew

Projecting myself from the bowels of poverty

With great haste

on legs that run like engines

I soar high up to the moon and heavens themselves

Only to descend back to the earth

A lone savior for the people

In a shattered, ruined world

But alas these eyes will open to reality

lifting me from a waking dream

© 2009 M.a. Benjamin


Author's Note

M.a. Benjamin
i typed this out off the top of my head. The text somehow got erased as much of my work has in the past, so i had to write this once more from scratch. Hope it is as enjoyable as the first version.

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Beautiful! Just beautiful!

Posted 12 Years Ago



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Added on December 23, 2009
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