Dreams of Phoenix

Mind emptied, eyes tired,

body ready to sleep,

back aching, warm blanket,

soul heady to dream.

I wonder what happens,

when we dream away,

to the lands of nowhere,

to be reborn again.

Some nights feel like real

and some days like a dream.

Some smiles feel so fake,

angry looks full of love.

Tomorrow like phoenix,

new day and new rush.

Time will fly again,

no words and no hush.

The Phoenix

It’s a day 18 of my 100 Days of Writing Challenge.