A Summer Dream

07/01/10

8:22 am

Bay Ridge

A Summer Dream

My eyes peeped out a puny aperture,

 Hoping to see the world in a more lucid scrutiny.

Nothing was different as the universe unfolded.

The world was mundane, visibly tiresome

 And the routine was endlessly constant.

Objects had no color.

But their shadows remained

 As if the absence of light was more apparent.

It was murky and my eyes grew tired.

But I still watched in ennui,

 Eager to have hysterics about something stimulating.

But there was no amusement.

Not even an assurance of it.

This uncertainty was grueling.

I was exhausted.

My eyes went shut to the world.

Shadows became permanent.

I dived into oblivion.

 As this lifeless vacuum became a dwelling place.

But soon the darkness faded out peculiarly

 And the unimaginable became truth.

Objects shifted randomly.

Vibrant lights were beyond belief

  And its colors came out unpredictably.

This disorder was beyond description

 And it was gently undisturbed.

This occurrence left me elated.

And this unutterable understanding

 Became hard-earned wisdom.

Trust was sincere and immeasurable.

There was only room for belief,

 And doubt, I did no more.