DIURNAL DREAMING
by John Yeo
The lecture was long and intricately constructed,
Of facts that had been stitched together again.
In a cycle of repetition to set the mind drifting
Looking out the window at the pouring rain.
I like the look of the flaxen haired girl on a cycle,
I believe there is life on the other side.
Would you believe if the world was two sided
Dreams could be split in two.
The culmination of the interpretation, is that
Dreams are an ongoing fantastical spread,
Of nocturnal desire flooding diurnal dreams
With ideas that could never be shattered.
That girl with the flaxen hair has become
A part of my personal individual stream
In a world that is very well grounded
She is now a part of a diurnal dream.
Copyright. © Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved.
by John Yeo
The lecture was long and intricately constructed,
Of facts that had been stitched together again.
In a cycle of repetition to set the mind drifting
Looking out the window at the pouring rain.
I like the look of the flaxen haired girl on a cycle,
I believe there is life on the other side.
Would you believe if the world was two sided
Dreams could be split in two.
The culmination of the interpretation, is that
Dreams are an ongoing fantastical spread,
Of nocturnal desire flooding diurnal dreams
With ideas that could never be shattered.
That girl with the flaxen hair has become
A part of my personal individual stream
In a world that is very well grounded
She is now a part of a diurnal dream.
Copyright. © Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved.