My world

Every night, I reprieve
from the clutches of obscurity
to this realm of purity,
where undefined reality
intermingles with dreams and desires
to recreate a world,
of my dreams.

My assistant, darkness,
speaks and hearkens
the same old language of silence,
offering what no one else does :
a mirror of transparence
which depicts someone like me;
But, all this
only for this night
for few hours from here
there exists
the mighty kingdom of tangibility
so strong, that my moon
who though wants to break free,
would have to go for hibernation.

And thus
there would be shadows all around;
scary and gloomy,
scampering towards infinity
defeating logic and reason,
just to hide their insecurity.

They say:
“You have to live in our world
to survive”
but, I smile and say:
They have to live in my worldto EXIST