DREAM IN THE DARK
Backed into a corner ,laying low looking forlorn why can't it simply be bright in the morn
Brightest entrance steering me across the house's floor,one step too many dropping again below another dank cellar door
Maybe moments saved in reserve so all the danger is a temporary stranger,laying in wait like the next storm
How often have we been blinded by bliss,feelings hidden by a warm kiss that carries to our core
Images split when lacking grit our common way is with wit,some days linger ,will it sap all our strength to mourn
Blessed are the babies with basic needs,growth desires deep energy ,adding life in layers ,good or bad but always more
We let our minds play fancy, not reaching in to deep just gently dancing ,silent edges become the norm
Nothing old is near what we can not feel can not be feared,simple suppression now a common daily chore
Many may plead to open up,hard to pour from an empty cup,what can be built with an empty form
Rock solid not even a blink,emotion controlled through a wink,stone cold ,lacking passion leaves little to explore
Long buried inhibitions can't make an exhibition, keeping commotion buried will just leave us harried,sometimes facing rearward can leave us reborn.R.C.
Nov 6, 2017
Nov 6, 2017 at 3:50 PM UTC
DREAM IN THE DARK
Backed into a corner ,laying low looking forlorn why can't it simply be bright in the morn
Brightest entrance steering me across the house's floor,one step too many dropping again below another dank cellar door
Maybe moments saved in reserve so all the danger is a temporary stranger,laying in wait like the next storm
How often have we been blinded by bliss,feelings hidden by a warm kiss that carries to our core
Images split when lacking grit our common way is with wit,some days linger ,will it sap all our strength to mourn
Blessed are the babies with basic needs,growth desires deep energy ,adding life in layers ,good or bad but always more
We let our minds play fancy, not reaching in to deep just gently dancing ,silent edges become the norm
Nothing old is near what we can not feel can not be feared,simple suppression now a common daily chore
Many may plead to open up,hard to pour from an empty cup,what can be built with an empty form
Rock solid not even a blink,emotion controlled through a wink,stone cold ,lacking passion leaves little to explore
Long buried inhibitions can't make an exhibition, keeping commotion buried will just leave us harried,sometimes facing rearward can leave us reborn.R.C.
Left it a little open, but many go a long time never knowing how much we left buried,are we truly ourselves when we try to start this way? lying to only ourselves. I appreciate your reading. your input in helpful. Rick
