Waking levitation

I saw myself six months ago
In a dream that kept me awake;
So striking the resemblance
But really not me at all; at least
A person I will only hear about.

I simply will not go back
To the place that brings me home;
Six foot above the covers, looking down
To a motionless body; So beautiful
But something I will never see.

I know I will be back of course
Hopefully on my terms this time;
Asleep with my thoughts to myself
Alone; A world view in an eye
Searching for the answers.

Forever fantasising in Rhythm
With the noise firmly behind me;
Held back without force or effort
Into a tearful night; Crying out
From the waking levitation.

New Shorts

Old shorts, love them with a passion
They just fit; Years of hard work
But change is inevitable.
Worn though, tragic times of laziness
Kept alive with a feeling of uniqueness
But change can be good.
Today I had a delivery
In a shiny, silly box.

I really loved my old shorts.