In my sweet dreams
I can float and swim like a fish.
Can extract air from the water,
as they do.
And breathe it out
in pretty chains of bubbles.
But in my dark dreams,
the nightmarish ones,
this is just a pretence.
The only air is within me
and the bubbles lost to me
which soon will cease
as I continue to float
upwards.
Can reality lie
in my dreams?
Read more from Lynn White by checking out her site here or her previous entries with The Ugly Writers:
I live in north Wales. I have been writing at various points in my life since I was in my teens. My work is influenced by issues of social justice and events, places and people I has known or imagined. I am especially interested in exploring the boundaries of dream, fantasy and reality.
Sa tanghalia’y hapag ko ang bigat ng konsensiyang pasan-pasan ng dib-dib kong naninikip.
Kailan sila titigil? Hindi ko batid.
Paulit-ulit, nakakasira, nakakapundi.
I lost a friend of mine at the age of…
You woke up and must face the reality
Reality of pain, sorrow, and more doubtful days
But how I wish, One night …
I’ll dream just escape those bad reality.
When I wake up in the morning, the first thing…
Look yet deeper into her eyes
and through the ethereal mist
see the ancient Spartan tryst:
In my country I am treated so well, that there…