What Am I?
You travel through space and endless time
You may swim the deepest oceans, or climb to the highest clouds
You only visit me every night
Then say your parting at the break of day
Flying horses, colors of flamboyance
& blinding lights
You die, but you are still alive
You're frightened, but cannot hide
You run, but never fast enough
It is your creation as well as mine.
What Am I?
YOU ARE READING
Poetry
PoetryIf I were granted an infinite amount of blank sheets of paper, and a pen with everlasting ink...one of my most wildest dreams would come true ~
