Sitting In Wait

Sitting in wait,
I do await
The change in mood.
Pleasures? Crude.
A sweet summer gleams
Dark night's dreams,
How now?
Changes evident now.
Dark to light,
And end my endless plight
To the fading of reality.
Lost in the cacophony
Of life and ways.
Opaque mist, and desolate haze
Given way to sun,
Out fading conundrum.
Let pleasures be for passerby,
A twst of words to make you sigh,
Meaningful in origin,
Forever start and begin
The travel to the fading point,
Where gleams and pleasures are all joint.

 

(Sunday, July, 6, 2008)

Author's Note

This is another of my more random works, but I kind of this this is supposed to be about making your dreams come true, but I have nno idea. I know I wrote this at like three in the morning. Anyone have any ideas?