I wrote a dream and read it late
on the stream they called fate
The river rocked my soul to sleep
in the boat that whispers keep
There the eyes all around
gathered close at the sound
of the wind in my breath
as if they waited there for death
Yet I was only just close by
with dew drops in my inner eye
The foggy weight did I exhale
across the bay to push the sails
As time awoke to timelessness
I inhaled the smoke of its incense
crossing the gate to higher ground
and laying lifeless bodies down
There I saw the lion whelp
growing tall through seven hells
and breaking chains we all wore
as waves of light met these shores
Then the eyes did melt away
These dreams faded toward the day
And as a hand reached my heart
I awoke beyond the dark
(September 19th, 2017)
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Post Modern Mystic
PoetryPoetry fills a need of the human heart to express through the construction of artistic verse, the things that hide in its depths. This book of poetry is my attempt to reach those places and beyond. See if I do. Let me know if I reach you. This will...
