Drifting thoughts float aimlessly down the serene stream of make believe
An endless mind which cannot be seen has called upon my actor in a dream
Time is tuned to the wake of sight, all which holds no shine nor light
Caressing the mind carefully to not disturb the sudden mindless ecstasy
Somewhere across the sea there is a siren sound, so loud and yet so free
But I see, it is a scream from the scarlet snake who's drowning in coffee cream
YOU ARE READING
Divine Enlightenment
PoetryA WIP story of poetry which includes the obscene make believe. I accept criticism of any kind. If it's trash, feel free to say so.
