Faltering, the room slides forward and rotates back.
Darkness comes crawling in circular movement.
Tip toe backwards, stumble sideways my balance lost.
The world is rising away from me, and I crash to the floor.

Panic grips my sanity and squeezes it away,
Sprawling, my arms fail wildly in the air,
Reaching for some merciful soul to rescue me.
Hope, my support, crashes and my head breaks on the floor.

A wave of sleep crashes against the rocks of my stamina,
And my eyes grow heavy with the weight of fatigue.
Like heavy stubborn gates, my eyelids slowly draw down.
My bed grows cold and unforgiving as I melt into the floor.

Just before I am lead away from reality, my free hand is grabbed.
Instantly a surge of warmth, and a feeling of content take heed.
I turn my head slowly, fighting off the dreams that beckon,
And I see that white aura pulling me away from the floor.

Lazily I pry my worn bones from the marble flypaper,
For what lies ahead is the greatest finishing line.
Strength from that touch flows freely thought my veins,
And I am able to break the death grip of the floor.

The macabre fairy tale world behind me is destroyed,
All that lies ahead is the promise of a better forever.
Golden rays of hope radiate off that beautiful form,
And a mirror image is juxtaposed on the floor.

A welcomed smile breaks from the grips of depression,
And tears of happiness flow in the grooves of their enemy.
Mentally I am struggling to find the right words to say,
Physically I stumble drunk to it across the floor.

The curtain of night falls over this drama,
Hope cries out for the dreams of each to be shared,
To meet each other, and exists in harmony without falter.
Yet all I can do is stare in awe and surprise as we hover above the floor.

Around that shinning light everything is surreal,
My world is nothing but a poor man’s dream,
I treat this carefully I want nothing to wake me up.
I fear what will happen, I fear the fall to the eager floor.

Time to time, I catch myself drifting off,
Lost at sea deep within that picturesque soul
I feel as if I cannot help it, that being encompasses me.
It allows me to forget everything, including the cold touch of the floor.

Distant words awake that being, and I stare deep within its eyes,
How precious and welcoming they are, how deep and meaningful,
I stutter to justify my stare, yet a smile tells me everything is all right.
The time to leave has come, and I slowly decent to the floor.

As that being leaves, I take it’s memory as a pillow,
As I go home I lower myself on to that pillow and I disappear.
Transported to a euphoric utopia of that moment I was lost.
Relishing on the moment when I was pulled up off that dead floor.