dream

I have this recurring  dream
which I cant quite hold
I have been trying to pull it from its seams
which was frozen cold

some seep through
the walls of blue
entrap in tyranny
which they escaped to
the harbors of night have gone afar
with no light to guide her ships ashore


I have this recurring dream
which is quite old
I tore apart its limbs that made me whole
all the seclusion and secrecy
I now hold a part of my adversity
that she sold
unbeknownst to me
and my palace of gold
the reality of it begins to fold