Mysterious

Mysterious
Abel Tasman, New Zealand

February 28, 2011

Lucid Dreams (written as a Terza Rima)

These are dreams
Nothing is real
Or so it seems

What do I feel?
Am I a he or a she?
I blister and peel

How can this be?!
I am so awake
I comprehend all that I see

Yet I give as I take
Clarity fades
My awareness will break

In the sun without shades
I'm ultimately blinded
by aces of spades

But then I'm reminded
that this cannot be
My sanity I find it

I am set free
by a sleight of hand
I cackle with glee

My own demand
to deftly awaken
on sudden command

I am left shaken
I thought these were dreams
but I was mistaken

or so it seems....

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