Quivering at the thought of silence,
Weary eyes begin to close-
As a body drifts off to dreams.
Tranced through a wishing mind-
All the visioning is defined.
She dreams of love,
Hope,
And self-acceptance-
As she sees herself,
Forever smiling
One more time.
Though laying in this bed of mine,
The dreams I think are true,
I always wake to say “bye” to.
This Eternal Bed of “Byes” ,
Keeps me from wanting to open my eyes.
To keep all I had seen,
As a reality I’d hope to be.
Packing bags of quandary,
Exiting to a new location
Her subconcious forgets its’ there.
I have no ego,
And can’t gain time,
With out ethier,
There only lyes my Eternal Bed of “Byes”.
Where I feel and see my dreams,
But only then wake,
To take them from me.
To be given ,
Only as a tease,
Follows like a buzzing of bees.
An Eternal Bed of “Byes” ,
Is a jaded place to lye,
That keeps you consciously mystified.
 
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