Mortality of Dreams

Walking down the glimmering path---
the path created by translucent crystal formations.
The image speaks wisdom to the forgotten soul,
lost in the ever changing shapes.

Bathing in strands of light,
capillaries uniting in euphoria from it's delicate touch.
Sinking into pours,
now overwhelmed with simplistic beauty.

The place only you and the dusk fear to go, 
forgetting that single hand that lead you to this empty destination. 

Fear not the shadows that lead people astray,
turn towards the wayward path with the broken smile.
The smile lost,
misinterpreted by those who claim to cherish it most.

Follow those lips to the darkest pit,
only to find the sanctuary we all forgot we were promised.
A place where washed up shores splash against supple skin.

Feeling naked and alone,  but mostly naked. 

Feeling abashed in your innocence,
the pure form that frightens strangers away from the light.
The feeling of ambiguity one has for the lost childhood.
The sought after shelter only found in dreams.
Show me how to dream,
while these broken tears cascade down into nothingness.

A simple gesture now out of reach of comprehension.

Remember when it was nothing but the light,
a place filled with mesmerizing possibilities.
A path not yet broken or discarded,
a life consumed with innocent intentions.

Natural love unchallenged by restless minds,
oh to see the through the eye's of that child.
The child who never intended to grow into this man,
a man who seeks solace in what always becomes an empty bottle.

Wrapped in those forgiving arms,
the arms that help we escape this dreadful mortality.
It use to be the promise of life standing in the doorway,
but now the reality of death's firm grasp strangles with each passing day.

The only pure reality reflected--- 
the translucent colors that make everyday beautiful in dreams.