Poems and such

Land Of Dreams

     When I open my eyes, a train
Sometimes the sky is gray and feels like Gloomy Sunday is playing in the background. The rain is soft yet cold against my skin, like it tries to bring me comfort in the middle of its own lamentation. Cars pass by and the sound of tires brushing the asphalt and engines purring like kittens gives the atmosphere an 80’s love rock song vibe. The trees swing peacefully from side to side while the wind sways with a soft smile next to them. This are the gray days, particularly uneventful a little weary but strangely comforting.
    Then I take a seat, lean back, and lay down. It is then, in my space, in that small moment when I open my eyes and shift to a land full of color and beauty, that my heart breathes in deeply and rejoices. A bullet train of inspiration, chauffeured by imagination, carries me to the beautiful land of art, where colors are wild, and words chase after one another. Where music is low and loud, and sad and majestic. Where white rabbits carry clocks and pianos play masterpieces to the deaf. ‘I’m so blessed’, I think to myself every time, ‘to visit this wondrous place, whenever I want'.