Lucid

Melatonin triggers

And dreams almost form, 

Running with the river

That sings near my hut. 

The eagle today 

Flew again on my skies

With wide opened wings

Surfing the winds. 

In the midst of all 

I forget I live

I dream

Like the living zombies

By day, and by night. 

The gap widens 

And the observer kicks in 

More often than ever;

That's how I know

How much I dream. 

Lucid of how deep

And how functional even, 

The more I notice

How demi-asleep, 

The more I become

Aware and awake. 

By night I indulge

In freedoms of dreams, 

Lavish senzations, 

While neurons fire 

And wire

In shapes of intricate frequencies,

Elaborating infinity, 

Than to hide it by day. 

In the dreams of night

There's no body

To relate 

Or be aware of. 

But when I gaze

Through curious eyes, 

At stars above shinning, 

Their blinking raptures me

In an unknown state

To an absolute peace

Of not wondering if I'm awake.