This fantasy, this reality

Sleep brings on dreams.
Pleasant dreams, calming ones.
Nightmares, wake up!.
When dawn comes, dreams fade.

Fragments of a dream remains.
Impossible to hold a dream.
Sunrise, the mist dissipates.
So too, the dream fades out.

A look at the sleeper
Watch the eye lids.
The rapid movement.
Dreaming, lost in dreams.

Woken up from a dream,
and wanting to dive back.
That feeling of emptiness,
the dream is fading.

How can a dream feel so real?
Caught up in a dreamscape.
Touching, senses alive.
This fantasy, this reality.

By C.E. Pereira


Author: cepcarol

I'm a Eurasian of Portuguese, English, Scottish and Malay heritage. And my extended family are of Chinese and Indian heritage. My world is made up of different colours like the rainbow. And like the rainbow I am unique. Reading is my form of relaxation, to escape from the drudgery of daily life and enter into a world of the imagination. It is the love of reading that has led me to try my hand in writing short stories and poems. I hope that in some way my stories and poems will take you for a little while away from the drudgery of the present into the pages of imagination. To new friends found, I bid you, Welcome. Sincerely, C.E. Pereira

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