In The Middle Of A Dream

In a realm where minds open to intrusions,
Screams come out loud from this region.
Tap! Was the sound used to send a message.
From a slumber that needed no awakening
The fabric between real and unreal stands tampered,
Hampering the vision of tomorrow’s sun.

Let’s ride to the middle of the sun,
As our minds burn with forceful intrusions.
To the parts that have never been tampered,
Gladly we shall scuttle to that region.
Senses sizzle before the awakening,
Clearly written in blood shot eyes was the message.

A birdless sky sings to interpret this message.
About the sins hidden under the sun,
Which led to an early awakening.
Somehow I rue this intrusions.
Noises coming from the middle region,
Claiming my dreams were tampered.

Vera