The Future Dream.

 

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The Future Dream.

One after the other came ashore waves of lake,
Relentless passion even when winter upon them danced,
To touch the shore and roll back in haste,
Without touching braving the cold wind with a smile I watched.

Some wild goose still stood by watching,
Me in the early winter days that came in haste,
And got thrown out of the Northern wood screaming,
The curses some long lost lover left before suicide.

Looked back at the so called “Mid Twenties” days of mine,
Oh’ those days when as a potter I imagined and made,
Fantastic vases many adorned in their lives.
Then as a weaver myself I imagined and weaved,

Baskets were many kept all their valuables and some,
Kept their dreams along not to be lost in the haste of time,
When leaving those days to my own conscience I asked,
“What did I forget?” and he replied “A dream for future days.”.

The world ran, I ran along, life unfolded and I unraveled,
As I am no king who oppressed the kingdom for fame,
I am no pauper who begged for a bowl of trash.
Still the party of life took me and through masses danced.

Some nights I listened looking at far away stars,
Silence remained my conscience all through the wilder rides,
The potter and weaver wrote many verses through my smiles I wrote,
Then one day a natural smile through masqueraded colors I saw.

Ah’ the soul swayed, heart stopped and only footsteps of myself heard,
Through the vastness of my own experience I searched,
To walk away many ways I chose and decided to run and run and run,
Then the long silence conscience broke and said,

“You found your future dream.”.

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