Sea of dreams

Riding on a silken wave.
Sat in a golden dingy.
Endlessly sailing across a vast emptiness in my mind.

Now the only sanctuary i no.
The sea.
The Garden
The insanity.

Locked away in the depths of my subconscious.
Huddled away in a land filled with painted butterflies and fantasy

To die would be a release.
A release from all those fantasy creatures that haunt my sleeping hours.

A memory for anyone .
Would last nothing more than a day.
Mine last for eternity.