I'm drowning in a vortex
Where white rabbits
And the ruby red
Blood slippers
Melt into the rainbow
Bridge where souls
Shift under my feet
Like an acid trip
No one wanted to take.
There is a sleeping babe
In my arms,
Who lived for moments,
To grace the world,
His purpose spent,
He left as swiftly
As he came,
Leaving the tempest
Behind,
The vortex swirling
Again…
Here there is nothing
To hold onto,
While galaxies
Float around
Like toy ducks
In a child's bubble bath.
A manly voice
Booms from the heavens
With deep baritones
Reminiscent of James Earl Jones
With the compassionate softness
Of Morgan Freeman…
Oh that we could all
Have them narrate
Our lives, dreams, & nightmares
As if they were
As poignant as
The movies are…
I forget what he said,
But dreams are like that.
I walk through a solid
Wall while
I walk on the clouds
Of human hopes
And dreams...
Yet crunching
Under my feet
Are the bones of the dead,
Between rusty razor blades,
And the broken glass
Of my shattered heart.
Up is down
Down is up…
And the Vortex
Is swirling again
And again.
Will I ever wake
Up?
And if I do,
What will I bring
Back to you?
After going down
The rabbit hole?
I pray the curse
Of sanity will be lifted
When I return
Because what is
Insane and what
Is sane is confused
In the waking world…
And I rather swim
In the vortex,
Of lost dreaming souls
Than with those
Who live in the gray
World…
of waking Sleepers.
