Dreams in yellow, blue, and red. <br />Wish fulfilled while solace dead. <br />Frozen memory on a gilded page. <br />Thoughtless sorrow defines this sage. <br />Soulless asylum from within I flee. <br />Infinitely searching for the shrouded me. <br />Emerging slightly from eyes wide shut. <br />Words like water flowing forever up. <br />To be awake, asleep, and cannot see. <br />Alive but dead; the darkness dreams.<br /><br />A.J. McKinley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/awakenings-3/
