I awoke in the midst
of the wayward dream
as it cracked apart, slowly drifting
like sheets of ice on a tranquil stream

jumping from one slab to the next
I tried to bring it all back together
surrounded by every shade of black
that were as thick as heavy leather

hopeless and abandoned by my creativity
I saw a distant field of deep shamrocks
there was nothing left there for me
something placed it back in It's box

I tried not to shed a single tear
wondering if I had actually died
so I held what little breath I had
then slowly slid off to the side

Again, into another world of Nothing
trying to swim to something, anything
loosely clinging to a drifting season
Winter had made it's way into Spring

I found myself lying on the thick grass
my head propped against a marble stone
my name was stylishly carved in it
the only real thing I truly own

staring up at a colorless sky
I could only agree that it was bright
first time I saw the Sun and Moon
making the same brilliant light

Musical Spirits began to play
the melody told me not to worry
and soon I'd know even more
but I was not in any hurry

wondering just how I would go
Quietly ? Or violently resisiting ?
when this world is done with you
there is no point to persisting

no one will be there to answer
the constant question as to why
then I thought I saw her there
dancing away from my open eye

I called her name a thousand times
as she strolled around a sharper bend
realizing once and for all
she's just not there, again

feeling like the void I'm drifting in
emptiness is a beautiful state
I envy the dead who know nothing
and to me, that's just Great