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.

The Fight

I am convinced that

Death

Is not a part of

Life.

In a universe made of

Matter,

Where all things came from

Dead material,

Life

Fights against the cold grip of

Death

And exclaims,

“I will

BE!”

I am convinced that

“Forever”

Is no longer an unnatural

Lifespan

Than even a

Single

Moment

Is.

I am convinced.