The Dream

The dream of youth
   no longer has hold over me.
Like the seconds and hours of time
   it has faded, fastidious, fragile and forgotten.
Were it to return from abandonment,
  age and memory will distort, fracture and splinter,
its purpose proposed, tenuous, a long lost delight purged
  in some imagined vision of lethargic sleepiness.

Let me rest in these illusions,
 give me a moment, an hour to fall in trance, serene, peaceful,
greeting the darkening obscurity that grows and grips
 a wayfaring stupor to accompany the night invisble.
Soothe and calm the images hazed into clarity
 where some illusive yearning can thrive and grow
and it will take hold again
 my dream, the fog of forever loving you.

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Lyric Man

Date: 7/8/2018 10:02:00 PM

DM.. Tonight, the mountain sky is clear. In a few hours the stars will tease me with their winks. The twilight is for your poem, and it's as enjoyable as the coming sunset!