To Die In Dreams

If you die while dreaming, will you live forever?

To walk beside a sun-kissed coast in a sea of heather

Beyond the temporal grip and any cerebral query

Are there ambrosian tracts of an eternity theory?

Alighted there and aware, but then cast adrift

To be reborn in lustrous warmth from the graveyard shift

Might rainbows rise in the twinkling twilight hours

Above a pastoral swathe of aromatic flowers

All the cryptic wonders as you wander, or simply dither

Nectarous lakes; glass mountains, in a heat haze, quiver

Kings and Queens gambolling on checkered lawns

Bishops in castles, knights scattering pawns...

...And intangible faces from the past and a long lost lover

Melancholic and abstract, detached, in the arms of another

Slippery snakes on slopes; ladders climbing to clouds

Alpacas and llamas, calmly harnessed and pulling on ploughs

Not if, but is, as you stand at the apex of vertiginous cliffs

Towering white sea walls etched with your lives hieroglyphs

And do you hear an angelic choir, or something more appalling?

Drawing you closer to the edge; another step and you're...

...To die in dreams, is to live forever

In surreal scenarios watch the world untether

With a newly found clarity all is seen clearly

As eternity expands beyond any threadbare theory