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Mindless Dreams
When the eye of the mind sleeps
Dreams awaken within me
To confuse, frighten, astound and inspire
The most resolute of ambitions within my soul.
What do I dream of in slumber,
Within fantastical reminescence
Where there are oceanic galaxies
And earthen chasms deeper than those oceans?
I dream of wiping acid tears off the face of trees
As I pass by on a ship powered by mist
Riding through the coldest fog of the night
Which twinkle all around me as if stars hide within.
The ship rides ever higher as I see the lowland plans
Arrested within the dampening mist
Except the bumps of the lands above it
Turning the smallest hills into the Himalayas.
Snow begins to cover the hills as I feel a chill
Not of natural winds but an unnatural presence
Of the ghosts from past and future
All wishing retribution unto me.
Within every ghost was a budding star
Unborn and dwarfened in purest form
Beating like a heart and then I realised
These were the ghosts of the universe.
Taking towards higher than the skies
I let the celestial dead depart to their grounds,
The cemeteries of eternity
Where many lives live and die together.
The essences left and I flew once more
Across the stars who thanked me for their rituals
Traversing from the inferno to Valhalla
Within the one galaxy I live in.
All this started from the simplest thought
To only blossom into a fantastical voyage
Like the seed in the ground bursting to be the oak
That all can view and enjoy from afar.
And yet all of these dreams never came
From the sleepy eye of the mind.
They came from the heart, beating with wishes
Of eternal journeys filled with colour.
When the eye of the mind sleeps
Dreams awaken within me
To confuse, frighten, astound and inspire
The most resolute of ambitions within my soul.
What do I dream of in slumber,
Within fantastical reminescence
Where there are oceanic galaxies
And earthen chasms deeper than those oceans?
I dream of wiping acid tears off the face of trees
As I pass by on a ship powered by mist
Riding through the coldest fog of the night
Which twinkle all around me as if stars hide within.
The ship rides ever higher as I see the lowland plans
Arrested within the dampening mist
Except the bumps of the lands above it
Turning the smallest hills into the Himalayas.
Snow begins to cover the hills as I feel a chill
Not of natural winds but an unnatural presence
Of the ghosts from past and future
All wishing retribution unto me.
Within every ghost was a budding star
Unborn and dwarfened in purest form
Beating like a heart and then I realised
These were the ghosts of the universe.
Taking towards higher than the skies
I let the celestial dead depart to their grounds,
The cemeteries of eternity
Where many lives live and die together.
The essences left and I flew once more
Across the stars who thanked me for their rituals
Traversing from the inferno to Valhalla
Within the one galaxy I live in.
All this started from the simplest thought
To only blossom into a fantastical voyage
Like the seed in the ground bursting to be the oak
That all can view and enjoy from afar.
And yet all of these dreams never came
From the sleepy eye of the mind.
They came from the heart, beating with wishes
Of eternal journeys filled with colour.
I was thinking this up on the journey and back from my taekwondo class, since I hadn't done a poem in a while and some recent kickass SNES music came to my ear.
This is more or less just a message to all. Never lose those stupid dreams you had as a kid. Sure you're 38 now and working as an accountant, but that doesn't mean you can't waste 10 minutes every day dreaming of running across the rocky shores of Pluto, right?
This is more or less just a message to all. Never lose those stupid dreams you had as a kid. Sure you're 38 now and working as an accountant, but that doesn't mean you can't waste 10 minutes every day dreaming of running across the rocky shores of Pluto, right?
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Nice imagery. 