If.

If you love to dream...

to take a trip to a lake with hues
never naturally used
with friends forgotten long since when,
only to wake and find them gone again;

but for a moment there you sit
with the insects that have quit
and two suns rising from within the lake
as stars fall slowly like snowflakes.

With colors aging before your eyes,
the Worlds-compounded lie
sharply gilded by the morning light
becoming bright as haze consumes your sight;

then the seas open up, gold and yellow
waves like mirrors mellowed
by the winds that shift from Four bellows,
teeth and all, the brevity of sleep it swallows.

...just to wake.