Looking to the Future A.D.
realm of dreams that haunt my days
spun from greed, spawned despair
sharing earth with all men

the horizon holds false promise
this is too harsh in retrospect
life brings bounty in all ways
both good and bad on fate’s wing

I’m asked to tend my own garden
looking forward to harvest day
boon that’s ripened in due time
after seeds have matured

yeoman of my karmic yield
to harvest what will grow there
be it close to God’s domain
or high above in vaulted trees

with echoes of the larger realm
my produce is shear fantasy
if I don’t demand process
of my fruits of destiny

look to what may come
Future A.D., good or bad
realm of dreams no longer cursed
with less despair, labor’s bless.

© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20171202.