Daylight

Zeitgeist utopian dreams

she wove through her lace of thought.

Rhapsody of breath

awakening in her soul

with every dawn.

Nobody ever died from a smile,

nor while inhaling the scent of violet.

 

Yet feeling it all vanity,

a blissful dungeon

devoid of an authentic lucidity

just a soothing chiffon illusion

with no chance for sailing

beyond the deception

and find the place where paradise thrived.

 

Having seen it in a dream,

about of a world with cerise twin-moons,

set in a salmon sky,

covered in plains of emerald sands.