My Red Balloon, A Lucid Dream poem

[Giocattolo]

My Red Balloon, A Villanelle A place neither here nor there; an unfamiliar place for my red balloon. And while I sleep, I am aware. And to all the dangers of a world elsewhere I suddenly find I am immune in a place neither here nor there. I wonder through my world of answered prayers where lost cats are found and stray seeds bloom. I’m fast asleep, but I’m aware. I speak with a man most evasive, now bare, and grasp this moment most opportune. This is my place, not here or there. My red balloon, it takes the air. Farewell, I will see you again soon while I sleep, I’ll be aware The fabrics of this world begin to tear and the veil is lifted to my room. In my place neither here nor there I was asleep; I was aware.

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I love it.