Sweet Dream
the cotton candy that pushes me forward
sweet
comforting
my own true desire
Known only to me,
and yet through me
untouchable.
My dreams are my focus point,
my desire to live.
They exist in colours unrecognisable to my waking eye,
colours known only to my soul.

My sweet dream
so soft and comforting
my love
my wish
my anguish
my pain
my tormentor
my unrelenting desire
my existence
I see my sweet dream as my creator
I want to reach it
to slide gently into its warm arms and rest.

Yet is this where I wish to be?
Sweet Dream
My unobtainable.
Would it give me comfort to rest gently in its existence?
would my story end?
Where does my dream reside?
I question my place within it.
See my desire
ever changing, illuding ,
that one step ahead drawing my forwards to reach my goal.

My dream is existence.
No material possesion or place can contain it.
It resides within nature.
Being
The true essence of self.