Hold Fast, Wake Not From Such Imaginative Dreams

Hold Fast, Wake Not From Such Imaginative Dreams I woke to exist within a splinter of Light Leaving behind vanity and pleasures of night An enigma, a soul fleeing from surging blight Alone upon a racing sea of newborn sight. Hold fast, wake not from such imaginative dreams. Tarry thee longer, flee not to darkened world's schemes. I saw, birth of frost adorning a brighten morn Heaving joy and soft pain to have been thus reborn Twas' I, a messenger from a world badly torn Else blind beggar, worthy of only scathing scorn. Hold fast, wake not from such imaginative dreams. Tarry thee longer, flee not to darkened world's schemes. I spoke, broad meadow issued bountiful reply Flowers gasping loudly as I gave but mild sigh Below virgin ground moaned, above wide sunny sky Then alone, another dream, soul sought to deny. Hold fast, wake not from such imaginative dreams. Tarry thee longer, flee not to darkened world's schemes. Robert J. Lindley, 3-27- 2022 Rhyme, ( Imagination soaring, words born from a dream ) Note: Waking to very swiftly rise, Ink down what had arrived Soon cometh, earth's new sunrise I exist still, life a surprise