Fevered Concentration

Colors swirl, shimmer and wave,

Pictures forming, filling the darkness of your minds cave.

Visions appear with great imagination,

A dream in the day of fevered concentration.

Drops of water glisten in the dim light.

Gold sparkles, covered in glitter before my sight.

A subtle laugh, taking my hand,

twirling me around you, only to fall where we stand.

Catching me, just like you intended,

Holding us there, in the dream, forever suspended.

Water leaks, colors smear,

the vision clouds, the glitters sparkle no longer clear.

I toss and turn in sleeps wake,

Only to open my eyes, and see the dream break.

Sad for its end, but refreshed in my state.

Closing my eyes, remembering the vision,

Seeing the water, twirling in place, holding you close as the sparkles glisten.

Sighing with ease at my minds imagination,

to dream in the day of fevered concentration.

Reviews

[Ainigma]

I really like the imagery in this poem and I think you succed very well in portrary that this is a day dream of a sort. At least I really know those days where everything might be grey but your mind takes you so a thousand different sunfilled places. Very well done