The Seasons of The Dream
I summon a day, inside the sun, firing its golden waves
delivered on their long carousel to tide, wind and life for bloom of beauty and provision
only to transmute to the universe and return to the eternal rhythm for which they were born
its radiant renewal enjoin my dream
In days pursuing these I listen, eyes closed, to misty waves
delivered on their long carousel, preceding warm sea winds, caressing the sand as terns return
only to recede from shore and return to the eternal rhythm for which they were born
their siren song enjoin my dream
my interlude instills—rain pulsing pane, tearing frail life from limb
delivered on its long carousel, wind undulating its time to mine, a melancholic rhyme
only to seek river, sea and sun and return to the eternal rhythm for which it was born
gray glooms the blues enjoin my dream
for this end I adjure when blustery winds drive crystalline tears
delivered on their long carousel, blinding alabaster counterpane offering a languished land repose
only to deliquesce to that land, stream and sea and return to the eternal rhythm for which they were born
its austere allure enjoin my dream
delivered on their long carousel to tide, wind and life for bloom of beauty and provision
only to transmute to the universe and return to the eternal rhythm for which they were born
its radiant renewal enjoin my dream
In days pursuing these I listen, eyes closed, to misty waves
delivered on their long carousel, preceding warm sea winds, caressing the sand as terns return
only to recede from shore and return to the eternal rhythm for which they were born
their siren song enjoin my dream
my interlude instills—rain pulsing pane, tearing frail life from limb
delivered on its long carousel, wind undulating its time to mine, a melancholic rhyme
only to seek river, sea and sun and return to the eternal rhythm for which it was born
gray glooms the blues enjoin my dream
for this end I adjure when blustery winds drive crystalline tears
delivered on their long carousel, blinding alabaster counterpane offering a languished land repose
only to deliquesce to that land, stream and sea and return to the eternal rhythm for which they were born
its austere allure enjoin my dream
Written by Scott Schoffstall
© June 19, 2011
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http://www.poeticsojourn.com/the-sojourner.html
© June 19, 2011
all rights reserved
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