Better on Paper

The sky screeched with shards of crystal white
So bright they’d pierce your eyes if you dared to sneak a peek.
Despite its icy exterior, my wondrous fright turned to delight.

I fled further, exploring the vast grounds.
No mounds of earth in ruin or decay,
Simply luminescent green surrounding the scene,
with mauve and magenta tulips painted around.

I found a spot on the ground and sunk into a slumber so deep
the birds’ beaks knocking against one another
were not enough to awaken me.

I dreamt of a stream
within which I treaded the blissful water and gleamed.
No worries existed, only bliss,
and with that I lost myself within the abyss.