Symbolic Realism (A Reverse Metaphor)

Lost in a thought - 

Between a hope and a dream

An unexpected promise of unwarranted focus

 

That which I've sought -

Rips apart at the seams

Connected to the other and losing my locus

 

Though it may not be pure ecstacy

You've slowly become my muse

If it'd only bloom how I want it to be

I still wouldn't know which one to choose

 

This house of cards is falling down

and the Joker, laughing, calls my name

The Queen has suffered and aloud she sings

for whimpering clouds to rain her King

 

Travel the sands of time; an eternity out of reach

the Poet in Exile emerges from the beach

His head in line with the sun on the horizon

Naked, calm, He breathes into Natures soul

 

Never before has he opened a door -

 -Opened a door such as this

 

A world of passion and yearning for more

 -on the lips of existence, they kiss