The dreaming eye

The view of the dreaming eye

Will be the bane of my existence

Claustrophobia looms over me

Heavy in the air that surrounds me

And I can never seem to breathe

Even for a minute, stuck in haunting trance

Dreaming of living in a future far.

These days I see through rose coloured glass

Jagged shards that stick to my hands

Many picked them up along the way

a fractured past I can’t let go

like a curse that forever holds.

To me,

They bring pain and joy all the same

From the cuts oozing red pain

Bound to my hands with sanguine scabs

Rose coloured flecks in every scar

Awful light that never fades

Through rose coloured glass

That never wonders far.

I long to breathe, I wish it so

 To cast aside my dreaming eyes

For, they bring me no joy in this lonely life

No, I’d rather pluck them out

Than wander a guy wronged

By obscure film and repeating dreams

Of, a future far or maybe gone

To unknown folk or long lost foe.

These dreaming eyes,

Oh weary eyes

I wish to die

In the dead of night

Or in the pale morning light

For the dreams I see

The lives I live

When I’m asleep

Are far from mine

When my eyes draw wide.

I hate my mind,

And my dreaming eyes.

Oh dreamy guy

In a realm beyond reach

I’ll see you when I sleep

Where our lips will meet

Before I wake

And the light reveals

A truth too deep

For my weary soul.

I know we’ll meet,

And our love will grow

In my dreams alone.

But in this life now,

I’d rather be blind

And not see

For this vision is pain

When your love does not exist.