Decaying Daydreams

by Izzy-G

February 21, 2016

I sit on a bench, waiting,

For reasons quite unknown.

Other than my Daydreams

I am in every way alone.

Perhaps the bus has not arrived,

Perhaps I’m waiting for my lover,

I lean back, close my eyes;

Wonder what I will discover.

Suddenly I am gone

No longer am I a being;

I fly high above the world

And all that is, I am seeing.

On a screen a woman dancing

Her eyes wide, her mind free,

The stars in her irises collide,

Then they fall into the sea.

I stare at a burning pyre

See eyes alight in orange and red:

Some are laughing, some are crying

As they grieve and mourn their dead.

Across the world, in a place of peace

A young girl sighs, then breathes deep;

She dreams of bright birds of flight

Laying in her father’s arms, asleep.

I blink, and all is light,

I stand atop a mountain, about to fall

Wishing to fly towards a setting sun.

All this at once, yet none at all.

Another blink, now surrounded by noise

I am once again on a bench,

Back to the place called Reality,

Surrounded by my city’s bitter stench.

Now that I’ve escaped a Daydream’s warm embrace

I shiver, move around in my seat;

Once again the blood starts moving

And my heart remembers to beat.

Behind my left shoulder, Daydreams beckon

They offer up stories, tales of adventures;

Millions of silver screens, just behind the eyes,

All for my enjoyment, I need not even venture.

But the bus has come and gone,

I was too Spacey for my lover,

And while the clouds are crowded,

That’s not where I’ll find another.

I rise from my bench and walk away

The Daydreams follow, feeling ignored though,

They cry, peck my arms and sides

I scream, ‘I love you but let me go!’

‘Reality welcomes me, if I’m willing

But I need to get out of my head.

There will be plenty of time for Daydreams

When I am done and old and dead.’

‘In my head lie galaxies, yes

But there’s a whole Universe out there.’

The Daydreams shiver, then kaleidoscope away,

They fly towards the clouds, up in the air.

I have risen, I am now aware,

I breathe in and start to run

To the sound of a ticking clock and my beating heart

I smile and soar towards a setting sun.

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