The dreamer

 

The dreamer lies,

eyes heavy, hungry

to see what sits

behind the veiled night.

He longs

to see your eyes,

to find that unique click in time,

where everything stops.

The flickering hands stick.

The rain of time

pauses mid drop.

 

The dreamer flies

over uncharted seas

towards undiscovered islands

of mystery,

worlds we don't usually see.

Not with our eyes

so distorted and polluted

by the world we perceive.

All in search of that glance

that spans the entirely

of existence,

to find the place it began.

Where the clock that never expires,

became one with the 

hands flowing across those skies,

on timeless birds of flight.

 

The dreamer sighs,

eyes looking,

searching for signs

in the inky blackness that lines

the twisting rooms of his mind.

The rooms where waterfalls rushed

to smash to dust the walls.

Damming his pathway forward.

Leaving his life crushed,

under debris that flowed down

the cobwebbed halls

and the ticking sound

grew louder and louder.

 

The dreamer cries,

happy tears mingle

with the sad remnants

of bygone years, to form a river

for his raft. His lifeboat to keep afloat

on his journey to find answers

to the questions

he can’t find the words to emote.

And on this boat

he can travel to distant shores,

where he can merge

his story with yours.

To create a new future history,

to slow the creaking

hands of time to a crawl.

 

 

 

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Kyle