by DBLevin

I’ve traded my dreams
for these poems of mine
It’s getting harder to see without sleep
But when I turn off the world
it’s the nightmares I mind
They’re worth nothing, nothing

You closed your eyes
to the meaningful, magical
giving your heart
to the real and the rational
I’d trade that life
for one moment of mine
It’s worth nothing, nothing

We opened our souls
to the shining divine
blind to the fissure
the burning divide
that gives us no peace
when we try to make time
and the fire keeps burning,
though it never was mine
one day I’ll be nothing, nothing