The Dream

The Dream

 

 

For eons , on this iced earth

I have created her in my mind

From closed eyes

That never truly , shut fully

 

During moon phases

Ethereal hands would shape

The essence of adream

That would one day bring

My very own personal Arthemis.....

 

.....when the clouds gather for grande finale

And the sharpened pendulum Blade of Fate

Would whisk upon my thickened skin

It was only then my deserved upswing was born

 

From a glimpse of deep blue

Above heavens and cumuli

The eye of the proverbial hurricane

Descended upon me ......

 

 

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