Fantastic Figments

My April 23rd poem for NaPoWriMo 2012

Beauteous forms float, flying,
Just like the fluttering feeling.

Dreams are fulfilled,
Hopes are no longer finite.

Love is mine; finally
In my embrace, forever.

At least until the harsh reality hits as I find myself lying in bed:

The forms, figments;
The feeling finite;

The dreams, foolish;

Hopes, forgotten;

Love, a falsehood;
Forever, forget it.

(For now)

Author's Note

What do you think?