Crossing the Lines of Symmetry

Dream Poem

In the fields of desperation,
I find myself looking on the outside of in.
Outside of something,
I felt that I was looking in on something different.

The sky was changing, the thoughts of empty-ness
crossing the lines of symmetry,
nothing seem right to my distorted bliss.
As the pain of darkness(now)was coming over view,
the skies were changing to the endless piles of blue.

My dreams seem motion-less,
to the scenes of vicious bliss,
the air was dry, as the water was motion-less.
The sky was gray and the waters were blue silver,
I thought away in my head, as the dreams of passion became true.
As I said to myself, everything seems like kill,
my visions of symmetry, were starting to become real!