When I close my eyes,
The brightest colors arise
In my head, so bright-
You may say it’s a bit of a fright.
But at night what keeps me awake,
Is the voice I wish to partake.
Every night,
There is a fight
Between the world I live
And a world I wish to pave.
When I close my eyes,
The brightest color flies
In mind
And leaves me behind,
In a place I wish to parade
And never trade.
For it is a dream I long for reality
And nevermore a closed mind galaxy.
But every night,
All that is sight,
Are the wishes in mind
That I wish to find.
Not in a dream,
Not from a mental scheme,
But a world I esteem,
But a world that is true.
In a world that is new,
In a world of desired view,
Where my heart
Will not fall apart
When the stars
Choose to leave their scars,
In a world of closed eyes dreams,
In a world of opened eyes streams.
All I wish,
Where my pain does flourish
is to live instead, my dream.
And fantasy stands extreme,
Where in bed,
and in my head,
I will not ache,
When it keeps me awake.

© Winnie Jakaitis