Dreaming of

Flawless skin – unscarred by time,

Eyes mirror the endless sky.

Tragedy? here but no pain.

Pain hurts and scars and ruins, yet

It has to be realistic.

Dreaming of

Hair like silken light, shining,

Euphonious voice; also

She weeps but don’t worry so–

It is all for show because

It has to be realistic.

Anyway

Dreaming of

Hands that heal – “thank you,” they cry.

Feet that dance on paths of light.

All dreams are possible, but

It will take time. after all,

It has to be realistic.

Dreaming of

Perfect form, slender body.

Each breath a hymn of grace; see–

Her heart’s a vessel of pure

Light that shines through kind deeds.

Who said it has to be realistic?

Anyway,

Her eyes shine with wisdom and

Her voice brings peace to beggars

And kings alike. so she

Strolls in fields of gold – happy

Laughter echoing like the

Sweetest melody: a beacon

Of endless joy for all to see!

Isn’t it so realistic?

She’s praised; devoid of envy.

Perfect everything and no

Flaw saved for her utter

Perfection – her singular

Struggle in her world of my

Creation, which whispers hopeful

Lies. lies that say that maybe…

Dreams could be realistic.

My dreams are dissipating,

Fading – a desert’s mirage.

No! Let me be a goddess.

My heart’s an endless ocean

Of love; it’s being squandered

On this dumb world where nothing

Is realistic.