The Dreamer's Curse
For have you not already conquered nations,
beaten Hector in his prime?
Lived in alabaster robes -a saint-
yet committed every crime?
No wonder then -your reticence-
for how could life be sweet?
When your musings match the romance
of the best you'll ever meet?
Such is the curse when ev'ry scene
is quite eclipsed by the wand'ring mind-
that can construct such magnificence
it means little to be blind.
Beware when strength fades from the hand
and you hesitate to hold the pen.
For on that day you may collapse;
implode into your dreams within.
Written 4 April 2018
Copyright © J. I. Thomas F. | Year Posted 2018
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