The Dream

Posted: January 12, 2014 in Poetry

From the darkness it comes
Crashing. Dissolving the thoughts
Into your head. From nothing it forms
New perspectives which you never sought.

Out of daylight it glistens
With concepts fresh from the grove
Now you hope someone listens
To what’s become your new-found love.

You never asked for it to come
from the darkness that night.
Now it’s not over till its done
It’s not done till its right.

It consumes you like fire, burning
In the summer eve. Evolving again,
Into a phoenix in your soul, surviving.
It’s not a matter of if, just a question of when.

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