I cannot tell of age and endless squalls
life is love's passion and wars to no end
to what amend when death waits in pitfalls
what night abides, what strange dreams will befriend
We sleep listless and morning wakes the day
to a new play, its long running shadows
time is tossed aside like an ocean spray
deep footprints we leave counting all sorrows
all that is left are sweet memories steeped
faded rivulets and patches of dreams
and seasons of the heart all ghosts we weeped
lost and remembered ethereal realms
What night abides and reality hides
What night abides are only dreams, its ides
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This is gorgeous, albeit a little hard to follow occasionally because of the lack of punctuation. I do love your images though, my very favorite is time being tossed aside like ocean spray.
I also love that even though the poem seems to be about futility, it feels somehow empowered rather than hopeless. -
Beautiful write. Wonderful flow. I liked the last two lines the best. It makes me think of how dreams can be metaphorical, like how we can dream one thing and it could mean something else, not exactly a literal meaning, but a metaphorical or symbolic meaning to life. Thanks for sharing and keep writing.
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Spoken like great Ceasar's soothsayer.Very profound grounded verse Poet! Simmers in a fine mist and platitudes of demonstrative literation.This is a very professionally drawn verse you've penned.
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