When Dreams

In days when wonders

wander toward the precipice

failing to be 

even with the fervor

of a distant forgotten dream

what pirates, majestic

stood chanting, wondrously

by the quiet crackling 

of a cold winter's fire

When motions toward resolution

seem solemn in their disgrace

who else is it to seek

but in the bitter end

all that was to become

an end again

Where from there then

and to what day 

do the waters part

Is it even above the mind's eye

to dream

hastily in passing

as the mountains stand resolute

dancing in reverie

at the sight of a hand

brushing winds heartily

through motionless trees

In the end

it was what began then

and when it sang

those that came

led then believed

and as it was

so now shall they see

for ne'er again

in the end

will it stand there

then fail 

to seek toward the bitterness

and all else

destined, charged, and condemned

to falter then end

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