A memory of two-and-fifty days
A wish which, in another life, shall be set ablaze
I consciously led
My two-and-fifty dreams
To desirable but prohibited extremes,
Reaching for that forbidden fruit
My will unbreakable and resolute.
For I decided to live
Where the universe shall my wishes fulfill;
I decided to sail in slumber
For we shall float and linger
In our own Dream Kingdom.
Be still and patient my sweet
For I will take thee
To a mystical land
Enshrouded in moonbeams
And surrounded by whispering streams.
Let our minds take us
To a world of our own accord,
With rules that we can afford;
Where we shall show our true array
And thrive under the showers of May.
Together we shall travel
To our Night Kingdom,
Embracing each other in majestic grace,
To be where we belong
And be true to who we are.
Let our imagination dominate us,
Let our desires inebriate us,
Let our senses take control
And lead us to where we’ve never been before.
Let’s conquer those hypocritical brutes
And surrender to uninhibited truths.
Let’s encumber our own demons
And enjoy our ticking clock of freedom.
We shall let our guard down
And in our enlivening stupor drown;
We shall not be enchained in deceit
And our passions shall no longer be discreet.
Empowered by our two-and-fifty days,
With weapons of an ecstatic daze,
I shall master that deadly haze
Which is set to engulf me in silent screams
And strip me of my right to live and dream.
Endowed with the warmth of your endearing gaze,
Immersed in the memories of our blissful state,
I shall endure and conquer my inevitable ill fate.
Hid from Time’s failure and disgrace,
You shall be forever concealed within my embrace.
Written by Enjy Ashour.
Cover photo by Griffin Wooldridge.