Wonder
for dreams, a vehicle of visions, to tiptoe stars.
We’re
wound to wound, soul to soul, reaching for
decades.
I envision waterfalls, and floret roses, to
polish
a gracious smile. Days are mixed with consciousness;
where
nights are wrought in reflection. We want so much
for
perfect, pointing to flaws, oblivious to a mirror. I
thought
for a life, to wrestle where failure grew, ever to
extinguish
a forest wailing. You might perish a thousand
dreams,
to grapple a hundred woes, soaring for life-hood.
Ponder
clearly, where words are weighed, to prevent
future
regrets. Fly in a moment, to chant for wings, where
angels
ring bells; for most are wrung, sorely jaded, waging
war
on innocence. It’s more for love, to live for souls,
but
tomorrow is your gift. You must see for reflection, a
self
separated from others, and influenced by introspection;
else
for turmoil, even bitter springs, staring at a deadbolt.
Life
is fairly gray, to spray for color, to reach for dragonflies.
Paint
a fortress, wrought in love, where freedom is
personhood.
