As I lay motionless in a stream of tears,
The past collides with the future and sums up my fears. After all these years I have dwelled
In a systematic compensation of living I call life.
The tender touches of a loved one seem so touching.
The loves of a partner, so loving,
But are things, as they seem,
Or is this all just another one of my lucid dreams.
How compelling the night falls of thought, and the sunrise Of reality.
Poetry Credit: Me (Saad Manasterli)
Photo Credit: Me (Saad Manasterli)