The Cadence of a Dream

I listen to the calm breeze,
Softly singing a lullaby so smooth,
To one’s ears it will please,
For the sound is intricate to sooth.

The arctic crisp air surges slickly through a breach,
Into my unvoiced room;
Vivacity is the decree in which it may beseech,
As the colors blinds one’s eyes with a boom.

The aroma of pine hovers in the air,
Within my little reprieve;
Out at the glorious world I stare,
Like it was my own world of make-believe.

This is but my room,
A place I habitually infatuate;
A place where even if I met my doom,
I would still feel great.

The air is always cold,
Such sumptuousness I reminisce,
As if it were plated in gold,
This place I always miss.

I slouch on the spongy bed,
Which makes comfort a law,
With a diminutive transom overhead,
And a soft pillow to brace my jaw.

The blanket is so fuzzy and supple,
Keeping me warm at night;
We act as a mutualistic couple,
And we are planes commencing into dreams we take flight.

These visions that flash in my head,
Make up the blood in my veins;
They are the butter to my bread,
Matching the brawn to the brains.

For where else can one dream,
In a world where anything can be done,
Where everything is as it seems,
And every game can be won?

There is nothing better than dreaming another sunset,
Watching waves crash from the sea,
As the illumination leisurely gleams our silhouette,
We the leaves shimmer on the world tree.

Closer on the soft brittle sand,
We lay picture perfect;
Soaking up the last of the sun-kissed land,
Making our days worth it.

Speaking in tongues of present and past,
We embark to moments once subsisted;
Reliving the memories that may have once put us in emotional cast,
Through the day our conversing persisted.

As the time passes us by,
And the shadows start to loom,
You can hear the stars cry,
As their luminosity begins to consume.

Clouds start to integrate,
Across the heavens they lunge,
A whole new world they create,
As they are squeezed like a sponge.

The rain simply washes away,
Washes away our sorrow,
An ideal way to end a faultless day,
Never having to worry about tomorrow.

The following morning I awake,
To the chirping of a bird,
Just as the day breaks,
I find myself back in the real world.

I am not sad,
For I know I will return,
To the place where nothing is bad,
The cadence of a dream I yearn.

Until then just sprawl out here,
And let the wind carry you there,
Together we can escape fear,
Where we can live without a care.

Submerge into the mystic,
And realize that everything is alright,
Even if it may not be realistic,
It can ease you through the night.

So listen to the tranquil breeze,
To its enchanting song,
Your mind it will please,
Taking you to the place where you belong.