Sleeping in a Dream

On the solstice of my crepuscular autumn day

I made a couch out of the withered brown leaves

And out of such acute exasperation, I glanced

Bleakly- - in the vast expanse of the red horizon

Everything is stationary; gloom--in absence.

And out of these images I had laid myself deep-

In sleep, knowing not, my acuity fails me not-

To be sober, while hearing the voices of the past

So subconsciously I coiled, like a cradled piece

Comforted by the smooth caresses of the womb

Then I awoke suddenly, for my dreams were cold.

And there I found the leaves were turned to gold.

Reviews

[seath]

Sometimes everything can be that stationery. That twisted and separated from your feelings, blank pages are only left. Your ending speaks of hope, and light.
Exquisite dear poet!

- Elisa

[seath]

thank you,,, i'm glad you felt the eccentric optimism of my couplet.

Yes, I did, and you're most welcome! :)