ESCAPE

As sleep falls, I dream of clouds and stars.

My private heaven is behind a shield.

Everything is so unreachable and surreal

And nothing can be divine or revealed.

The sadness of the moon engulfs me

As blind knots needed to be untied.

In dreams of hope and despair I see

All those forgotten things I have to hide.

In an oniric world I lost my identity:

Wings of illusion are my cherished air

When reality draws me traps again

I close my eyes and I easily get there.

My world is made of tears in the dust:

It is where I taste serenity and delight.

I escape to my mind and it is transformation.

I am myself when I embrace the night.

Karla Bardanza