A devotion to most all dreams is seasonal
A simple rotating cycle coming back to backs
front leaves most in fear stricken awe, So
many dreams florish in the minds of millions
as millions florish in the dream of a dream.
Two steps forward through the past
leaves you one step ahead of the future
but not quite past the present as the present
passed with your eyes upon the previous line.
Poetry is devotion to the past with the present
mindstate of knowing the future.
Although I cannot say until I dream up
another scheme of repetitive poetrys past
being reborn through your childrens children
and celebrated in the minds of weary millions
too tired to dream of just a nights rest...