Literature
Back to dreaming
Back to dreaming again
as the waves roll
as the sun falls
as the moon disappears from the sky.
I'm back to dreaming again
every beat of my heart brings another idea
different stories,
different endings,
different winners.
I'm back to dreaming again,
romantically lost in the shapes of my memories,
the ground trembles, softly:
Reality's steps closing in, closing in,
but they never catch up
not with me,
not for long.