pictures jumble through a lucid <br />sleep without a patterned chain <br />indistinct ideas play millisecond <br />games inspired by chaos rules <br />I’m lulled into a fool’s belief of <br />paradise but lost for focus of <br />reality – I sense but do not see <br />if anchors sure are holding <br />me secure in place <br /> <br />a face within the anarchy has <br />merged in peaceful dreams <br />and draws me in; on waking <br />once again the thought returns <br />too strong to rate as random <br />chance – I beg to see the <br />image vague reframed in <br />views of She with whom <br />I’ve always longed to be <br />© 6 October 2009, I. D. Carswell<br /><br />Ivan Donn Carswell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/pictures-26/
