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.