A kind of transitional escape,
Gradually reveals this state.
A singular journey in silence,
Conscious concerns rested.
A voyeur with opportunities,
An appetite presented itself.
Passion met with open arms,
Aspirations were to be loved.
Possibilities seemed countless,
Diamonds and riches gleamed.
The touch was delicate and fine,
Almost found beyond all belief.
Letting go would not be desired,
Returning was never guaranteed.
An awakening to the true reality,
Dreams are simply one way myths.
©Copyright Eileen T O’Neill 12/11/2014
Poetry Jam Prompt: ‘Dreams.’…