Disintegrating Dreams

Disintegrating dreams I find I can no longer stand as this ground about me shakes with might. Thunderous hooves of imaginary wild horses, panting in heavy breaths, kicking dust before soiled eyes, claiming to take down fences of wire and stick, laying waste in sun dried foot prints creating a mosaic of dream-like designs. Spiraling uncontrolled as the artist fades like fall colors, still trapping hopeless romantic thoughts locked within reach and just out of sight. Challenging the earth to steady the plates suspended above me on thin shafts of deep desire, spinning like clocks in an opposite direction telling time it has no place here. Finding that truth is the enemy, I pull the drapes knowing doorways will caress thresholds that keep out the draft, yet allow the sunlight to mimic the scattered shade cooling the needs beneath a paper fortresses . . . and my heart sighs. For this is life, in its starkest reality, and what was pictured in youth lingers in the minds of the old. Pasting cobwebs for effect and smiles not as genuine as they may seem, days pass and with them opportunities fly like a crying dove as morning light counts another moment away from this existence. Why does it seem that endless possibilities end, forever wishes drown at the bottom of the well amidst even older pennies, patina claims the skin in the name of a love found but not shared, carried upon shoulders, as nothing else is left but to wait . . . while my dreams no longer wait for me