Lucid

Sometimes while flying through dreams
I have to catch my breath and suck in the wonder
That surrounds me. Inhale the purple clouds,
Exhale the golden lining that rests like syrup on the
Buildings below. I feel the urge to make a mental note
Of this so I can return here next time reality pushes me home
To sleep.

I try to catch the cream-coloured birds
And the dandelions that purge out of the buildings
And flutter away, but jitters envelop me and
The beast drags me home telling me to keep focused
Keep my mouth shut and return.

Waking drops me hard and I find myself with
No hazy rainbows to fondle and lick at leisure.
Whether the moments of lucidity I sometimes grasp
Are real or not (though what is real?)
I still need the haven that worships me and an entire
World to play with, just once in a while.