impossible dreams
impossible scenes
i weave with inner eyelid beams
imagining a future time
when beloved souls entwine
with the essence
seed within
when former strangers
become kin.
the mystery,
the soul conjuct
dichotomies become defunkt.
no "I" nor "Thee"
but only we
twin strands spliced
infinity
is what i see
in fevered dreams
then wake and try to map the means
to reach you where your soul resides
beyond the reach
of changing tides.
wake and try to chart the notes
of novel spells not sung by rote
the living melody, create
which soon attunes
and resonates.
in consonance we share one voice.
impossible
once held me still
resisted all exerted will
but now, grown strong,
the will can mold
impossibilities most bold
before your eyes
beneath your feet
the future path will rise to meet
the footsteps of the fool who dares
to leave behind all mortal cares.
abandon name and fame and pride
where cautious trudge
the madman glides
unencumbered with the thought
that law and fate the world have wrought.
the world is truly forged by mind
'impossible' i've left behind
in favor of the lover's urge--
to paint a universe with words
and visions fair
which may yet be.
it's possible you may be free.
so i will woo
and tempt and pry
until i've lost all trace of I
. . .
copyright Peter Asher Watts 2011
1 comment:
dude, you're making me trip out...
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