Down a Dream

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.



Yes,
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


Down



Down




Down





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





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