A Dream…

There is a dream

In the corners of my mind

Unformed, blurred

The picture unlined.

There’s a dream

In my soul,

Dances on the music

When the church bells toll.

There’s a dream

I see daily

Of green meadows and peace

Of home, hearth and bailey.

There’s a dream

That I envision

Smiling faces, stolen kisses

Midsummer illusion.

There’s a dream

By the brook

Bubbling away

It calmly took

Hope of those

Who dared to look.

Accursed dream

Bewitched brook

Hope drownedeth

The heart shook.

And still I see

A dream unfinished

The edges hazy

The story diminished.

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A Rage…

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I have held the raging beast,
With its horns,
My arms aflame,
With raging agony.

Just hold on for a moment awhile,
I smell the victory,
With the rising sun,
In all its glory.

Arms blooded,
The task herculean,
Muscles torn,
Misery yet unborn.

The wispy promise of victory yet,
The drunk revelry of success.
Against all odds,
Life flourishes.

I throw all my rage and emotion,
Hideous beast my soul’s creation.
Beloved, deadly – a dangerous combination.
A beauty, a siren, a nymph, a tease.