The Cradle Of Tranquility

As my eyes open in the mourning's shade, I yawn,
Earnestly pondering the birth of the last nights enchantment.
The pieces of a slumbered puzzle form pictures of blessed thought,
Ones that grow wings and soar over the robust mountain-tops.

This journey within imagination embodies all my greatest hopes,
Thrives in the happiness of what life has given entirely to me,
And a smile spreads wide its emotion upon my face.

There I lay in bed daydreaming about the abundant glories of life,
Of all the memories that have paved its way for my internal growth.
This clouded scene serenely wraps me up tight in arms of relaxation,
Wisting away my usual ranting thoughts till I have a clean canvas on which to paint.

And a field of daisies is birthed within an atmospheric stroke of bliss.

Where a clairbouant song lifts high the spirit of worried, seemingly endless cycles,
And turns this trash of the mind into the brightest figment of hope.
As released is the inner passion that was caged within the mind of doubt,
And a rejoicing rain pours brilliantly serene over a body of ceaseless aches.

In this vast paradise I feel at home within all that I know,
No weakness I pastly perceived as a vacant hole is empty any longer;
Life is vibrant, feelings are actual, and thoughts epiphical.
I think to myself this must be heaven.

And just as that thought sunk into my past I am jarred,
My eyes flash open, wide and alert.
The now distant home I'd come to know was gone, vanished within reality;
And I recoil in the pain of mornings blunt reality.

The seconds seem to be creeping by, pushing the days schedule against my mind,
As I walk a groggy stride to my bathroom and try to shake my still dreaming state.
A quick shower and I am off to school thinking hours ahead to ill-met obstacles,
And burdened by each step I take as my legs seem as heavy as my eyelids.

I round the corner to head up a hill to the next street and feel a familiar emotion,
Surrounding myself around a weightless action that lifts my head,
And off in the distance stands a field of dancing daisies,
Alive in a worryless epiphany that life breeds light in darkness.

And without an instant of thought I run freely toward this home,
Where I am met with joyous exuberance,
In the cradle of tranquility.