Our truest life is when we are in our dreams awake. - Henry D. Thoreau

Tuesday, September 29, 2009

neverlandscape


















Free flowing like the dead of night
Encompassing the globe
Meandering through traveled lands
Creating the essence we bestow
To see this place again would renew my soul
Encountering what it is behind the wall
Limitless adventures seek refuge in hearts left open
Broken and confused above a placid lake
Mirroring my shambled fate
Clearly the divine is contrived
For man created this so stoically
Emblazoned paths run to end the beginning
Where the footsteps clamber infinitely
And horses arrive on cue meeting winds suffering their tale
Felt cold against damp skin embedded with fear
Harlot merit undermines resources
The faceless appear new as a baby cries softly
Speaking to a crowd who’ve gathered in mind
The allusion makes to reconcile
What could never be seen
Dreams are never understood
When read like a book

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