Dreams of Desire

I am sinking. Down, down, down… into this same land of cruel beauty, that-even now-betrays my reality. A reality that I’m only able to escape from in my dreams. Or, atleast, one would hope. Truth is, even my subconscious mind is aware-precariously alert- to the fact that these beautiful koleisiacope of colors, this lush forestry and abundant peace- is a figment of my imagination.

when I awaken, as one does, I am haunted not by nightmares, but of that lovely land, so far away, so out of reach. How, in the waking world, I yearn to touch it. Taste it. Sense it. Feel it.