The Harvest
Time to harvest the blossom of your dream
have you tenderly coddled yesterday's seed
time is the seductive companion of wisdom
the dream of time is to pick up Godspeed.
You've entered the golden foyer it seems
is the reality of day as plush as the daydream.
its colors maintained, still bright as conception
or dullened like the skin of horizon's deception.
In the serf's vase, a blossom gaudily sits
within an eternity so heartlessly clipped.
Goals only half met pocked with regret
you've come so far-far up from the crag
the crystal of the dream withering to hagfish.
It was all about the gifts of the voyage within
the dorsal fin currents -a tidepools lone gem.
Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2025
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