Lost in Manic Day dreams

Lost in Manic Daydreams                                                  Deborah W.

                            

Everyday

she takes the ride

sometimes on the ground

sometimes through the sky

spiraling into the deepest abyss

then at times, for a moment, to touch the light.....

stumbling again in frustration, too easily

back into the night

 

Angels know more than she

about her secret wish

and of infinite bitter tears

and the power of her rarest bliss

The sword of gray appears

so she makes reality (almost) not exist

like a lonely broken hearted 15 year old

passionate obsessions of being lost

in perfect kiss

 

With a sexy little whisper, she sighs,

"It is what I have always done

and what I still do

To tuck the darkest storms away

in soft sheets and blankets

of every single shade of blue.

So gloriously far away now

lost in daydreams that are real and true

But I find myself the most, my sweet

when I am lost

inside of you