When your eyes should be closed
and your soul be taken away
to a paradise of dreams,

You traverse infinite possibilities
as your mind wanders through endlessness;
of windows which portray another’s soul,
of familiar yet faraway places you can’t put a finger on.

There are sunsets and sunrises to be seen,
yet you miss them without hesitation.
The ones in your imagination,
more blissful and important.

Those are the ones
you seek refuge in.
Like the moon and stars from a distant
universe that isn’t ours.

The rhythms of the ticking clock,
not of wood or metal;
But of flesh and blood,
veins of blue and purple.

When your eyes are closed
and your soul is taken away
to a paradise of dreams.