Emerging from a gentle chrysalis

Strutting into an Abyss

Almond shaped eyes sloping

I am safely lost

purged and empty

Crescent heart and plump hands

Delicately trying to sojourn dreams

and incandescent Slumber

Though the heart knows sunlight

will emerge once more

Dreamland is a humble abode

Fortified by enchanting ebullience

Forrests of wild oaks

Passionately ravishing sycamores

Thick branches to protect us.

Rippling waves of rose gold light

Freedom from reality’s hostile behavior

Serendipity paints a new universe

Myriads of peace

A penumbra of joy

Why do we fail to find surreal happening in life?

Where

                   Do

                            Dream

                                     Trees

                                               Go?