BLUE LIGHT

Dreaming of perfection brings darkness

because dreaming means nothing but to sleep.

If I would choose to sleep,

I’d sleep with the smile of frustration,

Bask in the joy of struggle,

Embrace the pain of bliss

and kiss goodnight the chaos of being complete.

‘Neath this blue light, light becomes dark

and Darkness comes into the light;

‘Coz I found my soul in your eyes,

discovered me in your arms

and knew love in your lips.

There’d now be silence in slumber,

Clothed within this blue light;

Lies the chiasm of ungovernable me

Captured and wrapped in unwavering you.