Just a Dream(March 9, 2011)

Just a Dream
March 9, 2011

When the lights dim,
in the little room,
the tiny dream begins to seem,
so real in it’s blurred shapes,
that feel so there,
in front of your eyes,
so close you could never die.
When the clouds move,
from the shinning sphere,
the birds sing so loud,
the colors appear in a swirl,
so together it’s not true,
and the tile on the ground,
so smooth like a river’s rocky floor.
When the night is covered with sparkles,
the fear of someone chasing,
and running turns into flight,
to get anywhere near,
the thing you want,
the goal ahead,
far from the thing behind you,
chasing you,
the getaway.
When the lights come bright,
and the room becomes here,
you never left your bed,
the adventures around the world,
were just in your head,
felt so close,
so out of this world,
the confusion,
was it real,
or was it just a dream?