The Welting Chess Board

Dreams

It takes a while for my mind to sooth enough to sleep,
But I rarely fall into it deep.
Guess I really have to start counting sheep.
Maybe I'll get to see Little Bopeep.

I'll fall into this abyss
Where I won't be missed.
Too dark to see the mist
Forming at my feet into a fist.

It punches me upwards hard enough to see the stars.
I open my sleepy eyes to see a book of memoirs,
Pictures of Mars,
And a small collection of tiny pieces of shards.

Touching the photos I view the atmosphere of the red planet.
I let go and descend into the ground and find dead trees of pomegranates.
But I don't stay still and start walking since the area was volcanic.
See the edge of the dark cliff and walk into the chasm and see reality vanish.

I attempt to wake myself from this crazy experience,
But instead I wake up to this person that makes the artist's sky less glorious.
I stare at them as we float above an ocean and they seem curious.
They touch my face and show me something delirious.

I see my past.
But it doesn't seem as sad and vast.
As the final memory fades, it ends up not being the last.
I watch another series but can't relay anything because it ended too fast.

When they recoiled their hand from my face,
I see the eyes in their sockets are filled with deep space.
My vision blurs and my heart begins to race.
I try to grab them but my hand isn't in the right place.

My entire body started to decompose into dust.
And the person in front of me hardens and turns into rust.
My leavings and their body fell and seeped deep into Mar's crust.
I tried to form my mouth to scream but they kissed me and told me to hush.

There we lay, starring at each other.
I see an endless stream of vivid colors,
Rushing over to become my cover.
There I realized they were my lover.