I awake from my dreams with a wish to deny—
Sterling silver stains
In the sunken sapphire sky,
Teasing at wisps of reality.
For forests to fall flawlessly
On a perplexed presumption?
Or for morbid, mourning mirrors
To cease the seething sun?
Yes, to bask beneath the blanket bay
To sink a sorrowed stream,
Before a ravenous reflection
Devours deadened dreams.
I awake from limbo with a foggy, absent mind,
Wading in a pool of propositions
Through realms of frozen time,
Teasing at wisps of lost reality.