A budding writer's collection

Dream a little dream of me

The night sky is painted with green streaks,

The aurora borealis floods the periphery of my vision

And then, as stunning as its presence is its absence,

Absolute nothingness, the world is dark as my eyes close shut.

A tunnel leads to a peculiar land,

I find myself in a woodland, with mermaids perched on top of the canopy

Leprechauns aplenty and debauchery galore,

This strange land seems to be hiding its truth.

A toddler rides the lion while the pigeon speaks Spanish,

The treasurer seems to be in a world of his own,

The serenity of his beach spreading calm all around

In a secluded corner, the artist paints her perfect muse,

Enclosed in a Mediterranean canopy.

My eyes catch sight of a nest of raven curls,

The call of curiosity is hard to dismiss,

I follow the trail left behind in her wake,

But as she turns back, my feet remain firmly planted on the ground.

She locks me with her indifferent gaze,

The grey eyes let no emotions seep through

The blood in my veins spread like strychnine,

My eyes see it all, her dreams are not filled with me,

I never starred in them, it was always the hazel-eyed jerk in his worn out leather vest.

Every moment they spent in the mauve haze of love,

The poison travelled closer to my heart

Every little sweet nothings shared between them,

Attacked my ears like a banshee's call

Our distant manor and its wilting flowers,

Flowers that I handpicked and letters I wrote,

Spending all the oil to keep the lantern's flames ablaze,

Remain altar to the love that was never meant to be,

Their pitiful sight became the final arrow

The poison seeped into my veins,

And the ground rose to meet me

"Dream a little dream of me, will you?"