Salute To the Rain
I would like to start out
In an innocent sort of way,
Pointing out an instance
Of a time far away.
It is not tangible
Nor blunt to be seen.
It can not be snagged on a
Timeline.
Nor condensed, except inside a
Dream.
It is brightly beautiful
A testimony, how to be.
Burning, ever so slightly
In an ever burning kettle you see.
Taut at its points
Grows tighter-Oh how it bends!
This dream, a fantastic nightmare,
Will it ever end?
Festival of the curious, festival of the damned
Broken at limbs, torn at our joints
How then will it mend?
Copyright © Sydney Friend | Year Posted 2017
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