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
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