#295
Divine sleep,
the remedy for waking,
the lucid will walking
among all the dreaming,
the lessons of resting light
the will of choice,
the will of life,
set eyelids down
and yourself to the depths
within the abstracting reality
catch your breath.
Nightly lessons, and
chances the same,
no choice in where we arrive,
only in how we play.
#296
If shit was gold,
then today would have the Midas Touch,
the world moves forward
and i sit still, poisoned by Spain.
Losing those hours,
losing my hope.
#297
i want to swim in your breath,
and move through your teeth,
up from your heart, and hang
like the mist sitting in front
of your face as you start your
car on a cold fall morning.
While you’re waiting for
the furnace, waiting for the radio,
i want to sit in front of you
as you blow cold clouds across
my face and i watch your eyes glaze
and a smile break through with laugh
look again- i promise i won’t look away.
#298
Tucked within the quiets
of the shelving, under arching
windows watching the weather
step in front of the sunlight.
Another day away, the slowly
spidering of time, struggling
with the lessons and feelings of less.
Emptiness in a space filled with worlds.
#299
As i rest my eyes last night i thought of you.
As i dreamt, i dreamt of you.
When i woke i reached for you.
i think of you endlessly, and i wondered if
it was the hurt speaking or enduring love.
Hours upon hours leads me to the hours and hours
of thinking of you when i was yours,
of thinking of you even before.
The feelings endure, my heart is pure,
forever yours, forever yours.
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-Mr. Write