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The Dream Horizon |
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In this world of shattered dreams and hopes that prick us,
Where we fall unto our knees calling up to the heavens,
Praying for angels of love to save us from our plight,
Feeling deserted and rageful when nothing comes.
We close our eyes and swim in our black blood
Exploring the pain of rejection
Our souls cowering, closing shut.
We hold ourselves and seek the angels no more.
And all is forgotten.
Days, months, years passed.
Re-stating what it is to be "you"
With a silent anger within
Pulsating quietly under your bosom.
One night we will sleep
And dream un-protected.
With our guards down
With the spirits of the night.
Beautiful images of color
The all consuming sense of love
The sheer joy of vulnerability
The strength of emotional ties.
Was it a dream into something else?
Or was it me?
What it something I could have?
Or just blasphemy?
Dissolve into the scheme of the world
With the vices that you place on yourself
The dream fades with time
As do those troubling questions.
But something happens, unbeknownst to you
You finish early, your car stalls, you go home.
You are restless and out of tune
Uncomfortable without your daily activities.
But something has lead you here,
And as you seek resolution
You stare out the window.
At a diminishing Sun.
A sparkling image of red.
A resolution un-captured by human logic.
Covering the sky, like a celebration
You cease to breathe, for you forget.
And like magical sirens,
You are drawn to the image in front of you.
Making sense of the world,
Making sense of you.
It is representation.
It is a beckoning.
It is a warm embrace.
It is eyes.
It is love
From what you seek to be loved by
Reaching out directly to you
And speeding up your heart
And you know, in that moment
That the dream was true
That it all exists outside of this world
That your blood is as red
As necessary,
As belonging,
As intricate,
Beautiful. Endless. Explosive.
As the infinite horizon. |
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