Elixir

Elixir Sometime ago when you were bold you dreamed your dream of earthly fare expecting your life would unfold and show you what was waiting there anticipating what's unreal as part of lifes endearing deal. Have you not guessed all life's the dream from softer sleep than we should know? Nothing is quite as it might seem as it's observed from here below, and all our plans that go amiss fail in the light of failings bliss. tis better lost, our hearts desire, than be the slave to life or love no matter that it burns a fire nor that it's what we're dreaming of; we have to take this costly pause and so we lose what never was. What's left is life that goes unkissed, as we dream on, and search in vain for something that we might have missed that adds to years, and all our pain; a pill for death, that keeps us deep into the dream of life we sleep. © ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet