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Jen Jul 2018
Materialized
Up
To
The Ether,
Only
To return
Back
To
Earth,
After
You disappeared-
Trying to
Remember...
What
It was like
There,
Looking down
From
The Inside
Out
Into
Another life.
Jen Jul 2018
Sand through
Fingers
Finding
It all
Gone
Away,
Back to
The Sea
With
The West Wind.

Eyes opening-
Murky waters
Drowning out
Clear sight.

Before it
Was my
Dreamscape.

Droplets
Clear and
Showering,
Building up
To new
Heights.

Unfamilar,
A new flame.

This shadow
Replays
Night
After
Night.

It vanishes
With time
Only
To call
Me
Near again.

He's standing over
You,
Offering a kiss
As you leave
The room,
Rings falling
Upon a
Wooden
Tabletop.

"It's just a vision,"
You tell yourself
As you
Lay fully alert,
Sending
Words
Honestly
Wrote.

It's dangerous,
Stay away-
But he keeps
Watching you,
Calling you
Back into his arms.

The silence
Soothes you
To sleep.

Now on
Never-ending,
Repeat.

It's just
A
Dreamscape.

I should
Stop thinking
And sleep.

Now or
Never.

Which is better?
Jen Jul 2018
A cake has many layers,
Of Joy.

Overhanging
Above sheets
Upon levels of
Sweetness,
Texture contrast
And Soft
Lightness
Which serve
As an escape
From the harshness
Of Life.

Take a bite-
And smile.
Jen Jul 2018
Don’t go chase
It.

Don’t force
It.

Wait for
It.

Water runs
In a river beautifully,
From a faucet,
Empty.

It streams down,
Like crystal life.

Leading to a desert,
Arid, dry.

There is no one
There,
Still.

Just the memory,
Of something
Not meant,
To be real.

Are you afraid
To be seen?
With me…
Taking a hand,
Leading somewhere
New.

If you take this one,
Please be true.
Jen Jul 2018
They say,
"Good things
Come to those
That wait."

A Dream
Came True,
In a place
Hidden
From disgrace.

Is this
The end
Of
The escape?

Merely
Blinded
By walls?

Just as
The memory fades,
A sound calls
As if telepathic.
Jen Jul 2018
Don't worry,
Anything
That you want,
Or "think"
You need,
Is all within
"A mind's reach."

A coal drenched
Back splash,
Represents
A Backdrop
In the night.

The hands of
A clock can stop,
But time
Continues on,
So close your eyes.

What is it that you're reaching for?

Transparent, Turquoise
Lines the air-
A contrast
Against
Something
Not there...

The rest is
Up to you.

— The End —