Elixer
ELIXER
Sometime ago when you were bold
you dreamt your dream of earthly fare
expecting your life would unfold
and show you what was waiting there.
Anticipating what's sureal,
as part of life's 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 where we go,
and all our plans that go amiss
fail in the light of failings bliss.
'Tis better lost, our heart's desire,
than be the slave to life or love,
no matter when 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 only life unkissed,
as we dream on, and search in vain
for something somehow we have missed
to 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
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