Poetry: The Dream

My eyes were cast upon a sun

That existed in no worldly time

A frozen sun of wonderlands

Perfectly etched into my mind

But this sun shattered in my eyes

It split into a thousand shards

And each contained a wonderland

That stretched a billion-million yards

These wonderlands that I did see

Held the lonesome weight of mystery

This mystery, it plagued my mind

Until I myself was lost in time

This time of mine trudged ever slow

Toward the white rapids that flow

Into the river of a thousand roads

That leads me on where no one knows

My eyes were cast upon a moon

That existed in no earthly rhyme

A burning moon of crimson hells

Painfully etched into my mind

But this moon crumbled in my eyes

It split into a thousand stones

And each contained a crimson hell

That all the universe bemoaned

These crimson hells I saw again

Held the lonesome weight of Earthly sin

This Earthly sin, it plagued my soul

Until I was lost to all I know

This ignorance, it dragged me down

Toward the darkness in the ground

Toward that which exists beyond

From which no mortal can abscond

My eyes were cast upon a light

That existed in no human mind

A filling light of knowledge pure

Meant for the perfect of my kind

But this knowledge slipped away

It fluttered off into the night

It left my fingers cold and sore

And told me I had lost this fight

This knowledge pure, it was my test

Meant to be won by just the best

But best means perfect in its terms

And humanity is what perfect spurns

So knowledge did not take me high

Instead it left me low and dry

Dying of thirst, to me it seemed

For all the knowledge within dreams