Poetry, Serial Addiction -- Your Weekly Read the sleeper Posted by Editor on September 5, 2013 all that is real is what I imagined, lost in a world of dreams where my soul is full of love and love is my passion drifting and floating on an endless sea of vision stirring and softly breathing in a night of endless prisons all that I feel is only imagined here in my world of dreams where I am loved and loved with great passion rising and falling on an endless tide of intention stirring and softly breathing as I drown in my own dimension but do not wake the dreamer, do not let sleep fall from his eyes for in every moment as life passes me by I am the sleeper fumbling through life sleepwalking, not caring but do not wake me for I am the sleeper Share this:FacebookTwitterPinterestRedditPocketMoreTumblrLinkedInEmailPrintLike this:Like Loading... Related