another dream

The fire was brimming as the sweat swallowed my brow.

I walked into a glass house only to find no mirrors to blame for my failures.

At the edge of this dream I fell into a blackened spiral of thoughts.

No voice to hold me still.

I thought for once I would see her again as the depths of my mind slowly became exposed.

How wrong I have been to misunderstand the symbols which float into my head as the night reigns over me.

Not so twisted, not so complicated, these moments were not intended for deeper meanings.

So I sleep and then I wake and then I wonder why my kiss no longer lingers on the lips I have touched.

So I wake and then I sleep and then I ponder why my love no longer resides in my chest for you.

The red flames settle down to solid embers fading gently into the ground.

What was once a person is just another dream.

Reviews

[Tamika]

So thought provoking. I love this.