Addressing a Swan’s Dream

It becomes your flight, my Love; as chased through dreams, seeking through minutia, carried by nature’s wings; that storm of passions, lavished upon artworks, those creative years; seated in conflict, this opposite effect, while senses morph into godliness. We sought for solace, our hearts beating tears, our pride camouflaged in anger; as living iconic pains—structured through immortal souls—our positions affected by measures; where love is wanting, (this thing they hope for), to see it un-manifest; while struggle builds justice, our examined lives, pressured by oxymoronic stages; as longing for paradox, that obvious something, whereto, a mind shadows lightning; that brilliant force, coursing through beige eyes, surging through reasons; to paint a scripture, a philosophy of tragedies, to sense a silent cycle: our losing hearts; justice by design; that heavy presence. We know for longing, to listen to reasons—that advocate division—to see that light, despite tragedy, resisting that herd mentality; as more than religion, as rooted in faith, where such is present in every thought; while a daughter is morphing, shifting through changes, reaching for more than what’s seen: that travesty of a chase; that rapture of a soul; that cry that pierces twilight. It mustn’t be life, this thing of hatred, drenched through furious souls; to live as disgusted, often misunderstood, as morals summon no man; where thoughts are haywire, while reasons are congested, indeed, people speak ill of it; where life is secrets, a must not to tell, while infection is rooted in personality: this tribal connection; this transferred seed; to witness affects throughout generations; that fatal outcome, unless uprooted, to live it as a fugitive—as running from self, ashamed of mirrors, pointing out flaws, as opposed to uplifting souls; where truths are offensive, to be shunned evermore, where one prides chaotic sequences: that constant upheaval; those glaring lies; that subtle way about themselves; but resonate peace, while regarding more, strengthened through truths, to see it as tragic, or even common, this thing of souls.