Author: Weston

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I lie adrift

In a state of sleepless slumber,

Of sober daydreams.

My fingers tingle

At just the thought

That my vacuous mind

Doesn’t form.

A lone lamp remains lit,

Stubbornly so,

In the corner there.

Perhaps I could put it out

With just a thought.

I lie adrift

In a state of sleepless slumber,

Of sober daydreams,

Of idle thoughts,

And of empty mind.

A pressure at my back,

A solemn reminder,

Reveals my presence to me.

I am here.

I am not yet gone.

Though, I drift.

I drift adrift a rift.

I drift adrift a rift..

I drift adrift a rift…

I drift adrift a rift….

of dreamingState

Dripping foam,

Down from below,

Pools in red,

Around my fingers.

A yellow sky

Blots out the moon,

As a field of Daffodils

Cries out a sad song.

The dreamstate ends,

And is soon forgotten,

And is replaced

By yet another dreamstate.

Each a link

In the unbroken chain

Of waking

And of dreaming.