Dream

Child of an awkward age
And hard to understand
On nightly pilgrimage
Within a darkened land
I would no longer stay
Where plastic wraps the rot

We have no more to say
Your eye avoids my eye
We know that we know not
I shake my head you sigh
And I go on my way
To find what we forgot

Long shadows drown the day
And sunken lies the sun
Now night will turn the page
A chapter now begun
In darkness for the mage
Whose work is not yet done

The road embraces me
Here night and day are one
No false light mocks my eyes
I need no light to see
Right through the world of lies
Past false "reality"

To dream and to be: free

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVI

Truly atmospheric and crammed full of wonderful and unique messages, some cryptic. It reads so smoothly. To other readers, please read this a few times - it is beautiful poetry and becomes so mellow and meaningful.

"Cryptic, You say? Cryptic? Watson, Watson, get me Sherlock Holmes, I need him on this case!"
(I can't take credit, it is probably from an old Sherlock Holmes movie.)
This is truly a beautiful piece of work, thanks for sharing!


[edit. I think faster than I type. So I sometimes, I have to go back and fix a sentence.]