Kiss the sky then whisper your open secrets.
Then hide the weakness in your sweetness.
Now you are free, freer than the definition.
Ready to set the rhythm of your position.
You fall through the pink clouds like it was in the script,
Ecstatically shooting stars from your fingertip.
Shaped like the flowers on a cypress vine,
Sparkling like a golden citrine.
Descending from strife,
and ascending to a blissful life.
Slowly you fall into the wide ocean like a raindrop.
Your promised happiness ripples on top.
The orange sky fades and transitions to a blue opal.
Allowing your stars to become your main focal.
As you Float with a genuine smile,
millions of roses rise around you from a million mile.
Dreaming awake in a dormant dream,
This was your escape from the sorrow schemes.
But here you were fine,
As here you were divine.
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Dreams of a Different Kind
PoetryA poetry collection exploring the minds capability of producing dreams, and it's effect on reality. Exposing its gift in creating it's own goal, it's own world and it's own meaning. If you enjoyed this collection, please check out the antithetical c...
