In A Wink.

I am but a sleeping dream
to begin with, I capture the wind’s
history and weave my name
in the shadows of immortals
knowing my eyes will open
tomorrow and their colour
will be clear without the openness
they held when I went to sleep.

but to gather is brave retreat,
like how I cry whilst smiling
torn between heartbreak and relief;


step away from hopeless,
I know now why I loved myself
close to zero;
brazen in the face of the world
and this coward held pages
to the flames when the recounts where borrowed;

sleeping dream,
sleeping dream…

the final exhale introduced,

I was awake before my eyes opened.

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