Friday, October 16, 2020

Poetry for Those Who Dream

 Into My Dreams 



Late at night my eyes start closing, 

Feeling heavy and they started dozing. 

The moon was now my guide through the deep night, 

giving hope and living to everything in sight. 


My dreams started to appear lightly and softly, 

turning into sweet, profound thoughts and memories, 

that soon started turning black swiftly; 

maybe someone entered, enemies? 


The beautiful and colorful dreams, turned black and white, 

the fogginess appeared; Erasing everything on its way. 

They started to chase me, making me feel a sudden fright

And this dream was a mere shadow of one cloudy day. 


The moon ran, helping me escape 

Through the dark forest, we went on. 

The sky started closing its drape, 

I closed my eyes and all my dreams were gone. 


I wake up the next morning, with intense anxiety. 

The reason was unknown, my mind wasn’t lucid. 

I had forgotten everything, the only thing left was dubiety, 

I just wanted to go back to my dreams, where everything was pellucid. 


By Natalia Pérez, Step 8 Yellow.