A Dream.

the birds mourning song.
ive heard it far too long.
in my heart it sounds so right.
in my head i know its wrong.
it comes to me, in lucidity.
with my eyes closed, i see so clearly.
i need to know, is this a dream?
i close my mouth, let out a scream.
visual fantasies; detail and color.
waking life seems much duller.