Living the Dream

When the present is a hollow shadow of the future past And the wild reaper casts his spell on stagnant aspirations The harvest flooded in crushing tears at midwinter pain He decides to live the courageous fantasy of ancient moons Dries off a skin full of resentment from stunted propagation Slices vividly through anger hurt and fear with lunar sickles Rises above beholding constellations of apprehending dread Living the dream and loving the seasons is full of danger As uncertain promises loom and the eclipse seems eternal He lights a blazing fire to fend off subconscious hesitation And remembers that he’s been there before so many times When mourning falls again and hopeful rays lighten the sky Hopeful desire tentatively touches an unextinguished longing For the gift of presence peace and kindness onto his burning mind His soulmate bandages his wounded soul and kisses him gently Massages sores and abrasive thoughts until they walk the path Out into what lies ahead when sun and clouds merge into one 22nd October 2019