How do the passing days of May show all
Watching the sun soar swiftly through the sky,
Waiting for the blazing autumn leaves to fall
Knowing each new day may be but a lie;
With reality and fantasy both all intertwined
Is it yet another magnificent dream,
Taking flight, raising the above the day's design
All as if part of some unwritten scheme;
As rule without rhyme it calls me
My heart yearning to answer its very call,
Calling, begging of me to finally see
Yet my eyes fail to grasp the concepts all;
Waking moments uncover this hidden scene
With reality its finally seen but a dream.
COMMENTS
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sundown
10:53 Nov 05 2010
Wonderful poem!
markus666
02:16 Nov 07 2010
Interesting. The message within, reflex a tormented soul.
phantomsgrief
06:21 Jan 31 2011
beautiful poem