Tuesday, 18 March 2008

My Dream

Sat on the wet sand,
Watching the sun
Slowly sink.
Was that my dream?
Sinking into the depths
Of cynicism and self-doubt.

Looked up at the sky,
Watching the moon
Slowly rise.
Was that my dream?
Borrowing the glories
Of the valiant and great.

Gazed at the stars,
Bejewelling the sky
With their twinkle.
Was that my dream?
Shining brightly only when
There was darkness around.

Stared at the water,
Reflecting my face
In the moonlight.
It was a confused me,
Woken up from
My dream...