The Bridge to Dreams

I know that it's an illusion

Reality can never be this beautiful

Truth can never be this foreign to my senses

So I know it's a dream, a longing to float free of bonds

Can you understand it's not the form that's odd

Only the colors and light have an eeriness

It's only the feelings that exist here

Maybe I've become colorblind

As I begin to walk across

The bridge to dreams