Soft Dreams Poem by soren Barrett

Disappointment's cold rain in drops of pain wet my way
They stain not cleanse washing vision from my eyes
Soft fog of dreams oh how I wished their visions would stay
All shadows of darkness' disguise, fill mind with flies of lies

Soft gloss like floss grows over trees in moss
Where darkness grows and a gentle breeze blows
Molten thoughts pour, refined, separated from dross
Casting walls of iron where the door to reality does close

Locked in an iron room with windows glued shut and no way out
No one can hear your screams, they come in a silent shout
Sealed inside on the back of night to ride in a sea of present and past
To drift away till the break of day, cradled in a womb of dreams cast