I am the dreamer;
you are the dream.
Hearing the scream
of the wind in my hair,
I gaze through the air.
The passing collections
of cotton candy clouds
catch my shifting gaze.
With the scent,
of a cigarette smoke haze.
My thoughts drift to you
like the drifting boats
through the sea.
Sails. Sand. Salt.
Suddenly, the dreams
come to a halt.
YOU ARE READING
I can't sleep poetry
PoetryThis is a collection of poetry. Not all of it was written in the middle of the night but what was is horrible. I hope you enjoy the good poetry in here though!
