Lucid Dream
Lucid Dream
Tonight as you sleep,
dream of a dream
you have been waiting
to dream.
Not the things you would
dare not do for real.
But the real
just waiting around the bend
for you to sleepwalk there.
Of the unlisted places,
unnamed peripheries
and skylines.
Dream of the taste,
the colour and texture.
Cold toes. Slender limbs.
Fingers entwined.
Transfixed eyes.
Dream cautiously,
dream the little things,
from the length of her hair
to the smell of his breaths.
Of freckles and birthmarks.
The sound
of her rare laughter
and timings
of his untimely smile.
You've dreamt by now
to love in bits.
Now dream to love
every bit of your love
to the fullest.
Dream the unobvious.
A bit suttle,
a bit out control,
unknown.
What did he say,
you wanted him to?
What did she do,
you wanted her to?
No, don't pause.
Let it roll.
It wasn't that unobvious
afterall.
Dream of the silences
after everything
is said and done.
The silence which keeps
giggling
between those two
oneiric pair of eyes.
You wished that I get a dream.
But I am a dream.
And asking a dream to
can be catastrophic.
You still wished, for a dream
to be within a dream.
I dreamt.
And Blackout.