Eyes Wide Shut

I rest my head on my dreams and close my eyes to requiems for those
who've lost their lives searching.
They cry for her to breathe again...
but she lies peacefully atop a plush bed of purple hydrangeas tied by the roots of society.
Her soul walks through never ending corridors that lead to dark alleys of doubt.
She turns to her shadows for answers but they follow silently behind her.
She let's out a sigh wrapped in hopelessness...
and in the still of the night...
the warmth of her being disperses into the heavens and paints black skies with freckles of light.
The moon's glow guides her down the cracked streets of tried time to an empty home.
She has been beaten with letters forced together by emotion and the blunt force trauma has left her disillusioned...
Oh these age old contusions have left permanent scars and thoughts that seem to stumble in confusion.
The irregular beats of the concession get quieter as she draws near...
the willows weep softly.
She slow dances in the past...
romances the present...
but never plans for tomorrow.
She exudes nothing less than warm brilliance...
and if you listen close...you can hear life's laughter in her smile...
and maybe even glimpse happiness that radiates from her eyes...
The mass gathers often to bask in her summer sunshine.
She has unknowingly manifested into what she has been searching for all of her life.
The world one day will wake to that same existence...
but until then I'll keep dreaming with my eyes wide open.