This is just a kind of thought poem I had. It's called Sandman No More
For years I've wished for the sands of time to bring me back to what was once my dream. I didn't want it to end, I didn't want to wake up. With my head always in the clouds and the ones I love all around me. This new dream is not a dream at all anymore but a nightmare. Here to torture me through the night. I'm here waiting till the end, the part that everyone wishes to come soon. The death you never experience, because you wake up just before it happens. I want that now, oh how I beg for it to come. I want my love back, my heart whole, my tears gone and my wishes true. I want the lies to be taken away and the ash to become a fire once more. I don't want the Sandman to come anymore. I'm done sleeping in this restless ache. Wipe the sand from my eyes now Man of the Night, turn your hourglass over and let it spill in reverse. I want my old life back, to be young and free. So light were those days when I practically walked on nothing but air. I don't belong in this new world that swirls before me. My cold stone eyes wont open this time and I fear they never will. Wont you save me Desert Man with your dust and dreams? Can you not hear your victim screaming? Naked and shivering in this black hard scene of lost memories and dreams. I need the sun to rise and light my vacant hole. These eyes of silvery moons flat and cold as slate need the burning of true light to come again. No longer have they been as blue as the ocean around them, nor as green as the forest they walked in, but as dead as the wintery snow they now rest on. This goddess of the night is dying for her sun to spread its warmth through her veins. Oh dear Mister Sandman, please won't you hear this plea and wake me from these dead memories...
 Nature Unknown · Fri Jun 19, 2009 @ 05:35pm · 0 Comments |
