Dreams are a paradise

A morning cup of tea

Birthday candles

A warm shower in the bitterness of winter

Home cooked meals

Hands held on romantic walks

Autumn leaves falling orange

Fresh linen scented

Fluffy blankets

and illusions.

Because when your eyes open again

You find that nothing is really

Sunshine and daisies.

The air stings

Skys gone completely grey

Suns no where to be found

Even the grass looks a little less green

The washing needs done

And the sinks full of dishes

Could do with running the hoover over

Day to day is broken glass,

Sandpaper on soft skin,

And barbed wire

But even the reality of cracked glass,

Shines the most beautiful colours

When the light catches it just right

And if you care to look long enough.