Graveyard of Reveries

reverie

It's strange you see,

How a world sprouts like a seed,

with a paper and ink.

Mermaids and drunk poets and a

flock of butterflies,

Daffodils and voyagers and the

setting sunlight,

Serenades and dead lovers, and

kisses frozen in time.

But all would be in vain without a

mountain of reverie.

Words that transport you far from

ordinary,

Until you're lost swimming in the

sea of tranquil solitary.

But only then when you read the

words "the end",

'Till you find yourself back to this

twisted place called reality.