Sinith Hall Dream Sequence
temptations never cease
our own physical being reflects
the plastic carved world in which we all reside
and in our last offering
we set to rest the fallen
but still no guilt will bleed through
we will never set free
what we try so hard to hide
in spending our lives burying
the wings stripped by our minds
last night within my lucid dreams
full moon in the beautiful night's sky
as I walk through the field
the calming breeze brushes against
the earth beneath me
but as soon as the sun's rays
reflect the morning's dawn
the darkness comes and now
the moonlight gone
forgetting my way I lose my path
all colors I've known
a tunnel I pass
I hold my own my one last breath
as I approach a garden
a new world at last
