The Ambient Dream

Psychedelic concepts
spread round 'neath
the incubus of a sighing,
strangling me....

In sleep, is that where
space deepens,
where my love is
no more invisible
than hunger I leap
from?

And I hear everyone stop,
but different feelings
watch me travel
through time's
sweeping unrealities,
as summer-washed mixes
produce beliefs that an eye
can't detect.
I can't slow down

Passion.

I sit here with a cracked
mug, scarred by chocolate
and milky recollections...
perhaps embraces
of simple things
on simple mouths.

My lips curl around
the thought of an Eastern sun,
could it evoke a stranger
like me, to beauty in
equivocal elements?

Atmosphere becomes
a breath that sand castles
beg to lay upon,
and palm trees wish
to sway upon my senses...

that hear when you
approach in an
electronic beat,
influencing all I do
to be like an experiment

of unknown ambiguities.

Suddenly, I wake up,
next to a shadow of
somebody like you,
and I can't shake
the curtains off my head-

I seem to be too much
of a waiting substance,
to belong in a world
that's drained from
hot grooves and
large immersions

of a heart's true edge.

Written 7/12/2012 at 9:45 pm.

* my influence here was ambient music, recently be listening to it a lot. Thank you for reading and if you have any critique it is greatly welcomed :]