Dreams

Crescents high above
Towering into the never ending
From the skies, falls a glove
Gold and glorious, spirit mending

Upon my right hand I place one
Holding it in place
The sweet smell of purity fills my lung
Then it suddenly contorts to mace

Around my wrist it twines
Going up, up, up
I try to flee from this divine
But it grasps me and my body begins to drop

Around my artery it squeezes
My mind it seizes
But I remember what I've got
And I remove it from the spot

It's my sanity
The real endless and infinity
For though I know I can lose my mind,
I never give up and leave it behind