Down a Dream

May 4, 2011
By , Desloge, MO
He’s more like a dream
Than reality.
More like a god
Than a man.
He drifts through the school
With his eyes like a tree,
If a tree could have roots
In the ever-changing sea.
He moves like the breeze
On a lazy day,
Knowing where he’s going
But unrushed in any way.
He speaks like water
Slipping round a stone.
The more drenched I become,
The more wet I want to get.

He’s more like a dream,
Slipping away;
More like a god
With no care for me.
But I need to be lifted up
On his gentle breeze,
Or else I’ll fall




Through reality,
Past the dreams,
Down further man
Or any god
Has ever seen.

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