Dreams

Sinking sand of honeyed memories
Might well be my demise
Dragging me into a vortex of lust
As soon as I shut my eyes
Hunger for things I tasted
But to be stolen away
An automaton, forced cognition
Night blends into day
I am no longer of myself
My being has amplified
Being broken up into fragments
By the intensity in your eyes
But the dark wouldn't blind you
It would let you combine
With the past, present and future
No longer confined by light