Blue Dream Poem by Franklin Obialo

In the silence of the night I laid down,
rendered unconscious by the weariness of my soul.
My spirit wandered far and wide,
and in a mystic dimension I found myself.
My mind plunged into the realm of fantasies,
and my heart searched the depth of my thoughts for something wonderful.
From the blues an icon of immense beauty emerged,
and like a goddess, her essence was divine.
Her shimmering illuminated the entire matrix,
and her presence felt like magic.
She looked forth like the dawn,
fair as the moon, bright as the sun.
Her tresses was dark and glossy,
and it flowed behind her like a gentle waterfall.
Her eyes glittered like diamonds,
and her lips were as red as scarlet.
Like the radiance of the sun was her smile,
it rendered me feeble as though I was in shackles.
The rhythm of her voice was magnificent,
like the songs of the sirens, her words sailed the air.
Her nature reflected the color of love,
and the flame that burned within her was that of passion.
She stirred up the ripples of my emotions,
and the feelings in me felt so sensual.
Thoughts of her honed my desires,
and my passions knew no bounds,
These illusions seemed so real,
and I wished for it to be eternal.
Suddenly she began to disappear,
fading into the shadows.
Her evanescence was accompanied by looming darkness,
and what was once magnificent was nothing but void.
I drifted to consciousness,
as my spirit rekindled me back to life.
Light from a source filled my eyes, and when I took a glance,
all I could see was the rising sun at the break of dawn.