Waking from the Dream

You are the pleasant unreality
Behind my eyes.
You are the tinge of sensuality
In sunset skies.
When the night is over
And when it's time to wake
And I succumb to gravity
While rising from the lake,
You are my breath of air
As heavy, wet despair
Pours into my lungs with every
Gasp I take.
My ears fill up with thunder
And I realize
You are the branch that holds me under
With love-sweet lies.