Dreams
Fictional tales, or mirrors to reality?
Like an autumn leaf
In the breeze
Falling freely
As the winds cease.
Soft, serene
Fierce and wild
Errant musings
Of a child
From deepest fears
To desires untold
Of grieving pasts
And visions bold.
Like an autumn leaf
In winter's chill.
A beast of prey
And the thirst to kill
Flight or fight
A beating heart
Stilled with fear
And torn apart
An endless chase
Through winding ways
Disease deepening
An air of malaise.
Like an autumn leaf
Amidst bounteous trees
There, yet not there
Timeless eddies
The blurring lines
Of truth and lies
A pretentious admire
Or scornful sighs?
Flickers of hope
And desires met
A happy illusion
Or a tricky debt?
Like an autumn leaf
Against sunny skies
Moments of tears
And moments of goodbyes
Promises of a future
With success and pride
The unquiet whisper
Shriveled and died
Clinging on
To the sunny skies
Before it vanishes
In a web of lies.
Like an autumn leaf
On the ground
Crushed underfoot
With a crunching sound
The arrival of morning
Washes away
The haze of dreams
With the tunes of May
A clean slate
A fresh break
Yet what is real,
And what is fake?
