Poem #12

In my dreams,the angels dance,

The world is fine,the joy of life runs unabated.

As I walk in wakeful slumber,

The angels call for me to dream,

Morpheus beckoning me 

With the promise of sweet oblivion.

But the world holds me still,

An anchor to the drudgery of existence.

Trudging through another day,

Praying for happiness,

Receiving cynicism,

But in the distance is a girl…