Outside the cold, fog-covered windows,
Colors from the sunset: pinks, reds, oranges, and yellows,
Where pulled from the sky.
Both droplets and streetlights raced by
Like a James Jaenz Painting.
My mind wondered 'round and 'round,
Daydreams ascended, and daydreams disappeared.
Finally under the roar of a car engine
And the sounds of rain drips,
I fell into a deep snooze.
The world around my sleeping silhouette
All but completely vanished.
My spirit had drifted on to the sleeping world.
It now appeared as though I was now in a stadium.
The roar of the engine was now cheers of the crowd.
My cold-weather coat was now a silky uniform
With stars, numbers, and the colors white, blue, and red.
Cool air whirled around me like a refreshing breath.
The red race tracks, with distinct white stripes,
Was waiting for the racers- me included.
The gun was raised.
Oh, was the dream- this wonderful dream-
Was it real? Was this all truly mine?
The car lurched forward hitting a hole.
Rain sploshed out of the puddles the storm made
In our put-hole filled driveway.
The erring sound of the garage beckoned the car forward.
Oh! Why couldn't the sweet dream have lasted!
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Nightmare
PoetryHave you ever felt like your nightmare was reality? Was it at night, or in plain daylight? Who -or what- was there? No matter what, nightmare will always bring a chill... Have you ever had a dream so vivid you could almost grasp it? Where you so clo...
