Spring Dream

The winter has everything in icy grip It’s Monday and rain with snow will drip In the port stationed is every ship There is no going out on the sea at polar vortexes’ tip But I dream of spring Where nightingale will sing Where iris and marigold color everything Where sun joy will bring The icy grip of winter caught my soul Now it is cold and black like coal Reminiscing the time when it grew without control Like flowers and buds in spring and I wish to reclaim this joyful soul The abstract with last fundamental place for spirit is food I like to draw being with head like dunkleosteus looking good Body like a cheetah it being larger as is understood In his mouth however blood red rose dream instead of food Fury it represents contrasts with delicate flower Creature from depths of time with incredible power But the rose so delicate also has power It is intricate like abstract dream the soul and there lies its power Spring brings to fruition That which is raven’s mission To bring wisdom beyond all abstract true only to its definition To find wisdom like that is for my troubled spirit only beacon