Utopia

I gently touch the veil between reality and dreams; floating from one to the other through a coverlet of tulle –

I kiss the blissful sleep, so I may continue through utopia; sighing at my consciousness that brings it to a close –

I caress the dark, running my fingers through its velvetiness; mapping every contour and placing it in my memoir –

The crescent smiles down upon me, as I meander with my musing; soothingly, stroking my skin with her lucent dust –

But, perception filters through the shutters of my mind; shinning a torch into the darkest corners of my sanity –

Alertness resumes and, absoluteness my enemy once again; I breathe in the dusky air that blew awareness back –

And I despise its portrait hanging starkly on the wall, glaring back at me; no longer knowing if reality or a dream –