Lucidity

Among the many blessings sleep bestows,
undoubtedly, the wondrous dream is king,
for sometimes, just as I begin to doze,
I gain control and can do anything.
As I drift off into the depths of dreams,
where lifetimes pulse like heartbeats through my mind,
my thinking sharpens, and to me it seems
that all myself has left the flesh behind.
I crawl through purple water made of air.
I run across red deserts made of snow.
I shed the limitations bodies bear
and know the thoughts my waking self can't know.
Yet, from this state of grace, I always fall
and dreams reduce to songs I can't recall.