Dreams
a poem
Dreams are foregone by memories unformed In a breath, in a heartbeat, in elliptical storm Grand hopes will brandish against merciless skies Heed the day born anew on a night made to fly
Wonder is rought when expectation’s not seized In moments of flourish, in moments of ease Sentiment resists not portent cast spells So know not the hour nor shoot not the breeze
Shameless is torment when want can’t be ceased Thus formed in bon mot it shan’t be appeased To the ramparts siege to a field full of dreams Our finest hour’s our potion and desire’s its theme
Dignity conceives where tragedy strikes Fall by the wayside, go into the night Manner we cast by the shield in foreboding Laid only to foot when awakened in mourning
I will grow and deflect such trivial offerings And reject this dream and its pitiful hypothesis So as to live by the sword fearless and fast of wit To narrow its charge from this day forthwith