Lights sparkle off of the moving images
On the dance floor in glittering attire,
Around the edges I see the flames of the candles
And along the wall there is a real open fire,
Heady is the music as the drinks are consumed
Dizzy and blurred the glittering figures move to the tunes,
And it all seems so very alien to me, like a dream
Of which i am a voyeur not participating,
Colours overwhelming my confused vision
Send me into a spiraling unsteady condition,
As I feel like the floor and my being may soo be in collision,
So I sit and feel this experience wash over me
Like a giant endless and powerful tsunami,
Then all goes dark as I pass completely out
And then later I hear alarms without a doubt,
Startled I awaken in my sweat sodden bed
And I feel the repercussions of the dream throbbing in my head,
But it will be a moment in time not easy to erase or had I forgot
What does this mean I truly know not,
But then I question was it a dream or is it real as I seem
To still hear the muffled tunes downstairs,
I wish not to know or dare take a look for I am scared
That my mind is now broken and I am not aware.
fauxcroft 