Sup3rnality

“Sleep” 8.43pm, 23rd April 2004

We sleep too much
Too drenched in the fantasy of dreams
To taste the bitterness of reality
Rapping harshly at the window.

We glide on gossamer wings
We are supernal, ethereal
But only in dreams
Behind these partitions of eyelids.

Outside, there is nothing to offer
The world crumbles outside the door
Whilst despair come a-knocking
And still we dream.

We believe in dreams
In the delicate fabric of imagination
Maybe there’s a maybe
Maybe tomorrow we’ll wake up to the sunshine.