A Thousand Year Dream

As fable-like as I may seem,

I promise you, I am not a dream.

I dreamt for a thousand years,

And still, I dream

As everyone else hopes for a din,

A sound of the empty vessel of fantasies.

I will breathe these into life,

Force flesh, bone, and blood

Into their effervescent fabric.

As the mind loses its structure,

As I force myself into deconstruction,

Reality loses its gleam.

Still, if I string

My words into a diamond sheen,

Just for you,

Will you wear it?