Youth inspires me.
Faces forces intending
On destroying their dreams.
Resisting that force
Believing in their dreamer
Never to wither.
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Youth inspires me.
Faces forces intending
On destroying their dreams.
Resisting that force
Believing in their dreamer
Never to wither.
Fears harken, inside,
Rising unbidden, no care.
Destruction they bear.
Spring’s breath
Drifting away,
Fading to memory
Falling, decaying
Flower petals
Subsumed by
Life’s riotous
Vigor.
Cross lines, I might.
Upon the fracture of
Our mind and random dreams.
Upon this fracture could be
The redemption
Of life, liberty, then head
Into the the dream of soul’s.
Joys embrace.
Time to free my mind,
Drift languidly across the
Arc of dreams.
Perfection: my ghost.
Hard: compassion for myself.
Hope: loving thyself.
Never enough time.
Drifting between the fingers.
Dreams become starlight.
Weariness, driving my soul,
Compressing dreams into
The edge of oblivion.
Trust collapses inwards,
Longing lost against this
Background of loss, change’s
Drifting malaise consumes
Secretly.