Unbroken Chain Of Phantasms

The dream is over
as I lift my eyes
in brand new horizons

The blue mountain range
is now turning green,
the surreptitious owls
guffawed for a new sun,
the sea of golden ryes
swayed in flamboyant emerald,
and the autumn leaves
gyrated with the wintry wind:
Vicissitude is awake
but is lost in transition

The bleeding is dabbed
and sutured tightly -
the box of shiny things
is buried to sleep,
but why can I not lie
of this vicious throbbing?
Why are my phantasms
haunting me awake?

When change is enviable
it remains the same,
and became inevitable
when it is to evanesce away

I will not sleep tonight
as somnolence conquers me
I will dream of auspicious dreams
without closing my eyes
to my afflicted reality

poem by Norman Santos
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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