Through the haze of sleep addled
dream waves, I see wisps,
floating somewhere behind my gaze.
Shades of reminiscence,
once faded, now becoming vivid again.
It's all coming back to me.
The way the past and future blend,
history repeats, morphing yesterday
with today, then stirring in a dash
of tomorrow, to learn, for all that
will soon come to follow.
Patterns unchanged will continue
to reign until time stops and the record
is changed. Fixing the end by looking
at the beginning.
I see a face as clear as day,
someone I’ll meet somewhere
along the way, but I see
an aura stained in flecks of grey,
her rainbow colours soon wash away
like paint in the rain.
The smile snaps to a sneer,
the sheer harshness
of her words cut
like sharpened spears.
History repeats,
I'll get hurt again,
I'll fall for lies and the chill biting rain.
I'll take my seat at the table,
only to realise I'm the feast,
the meal of this fable,
but I know I will survive
because history repeats
and times are often nice.
I'll see a different face,
in another future field,
her smile will sit, true and real.
Her aura will glow
like the sun up high,
our love will flow
like mystic rivers of the sky,
because history repeats
And some of the days
share with us
loves untold treats.
Through the haze of memories
I see moments I'm reliving today,
but I'm now tackling them in a much
healthier way. I'm letting the fresh air
share it's gifts,
the fruits, at its sweetest,
teasing my lips,
as I sip at the cleanest water.
No longer fearful of hells own daughter,
I cease to even fear the anti-muse.
Her attacks increase, this is true,
but now they are of no use,
I won't bow down to the abuse.
I'll stand proud,
then start walking along
the pathway that I choose.
Thanks for reading
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Peace, Love & Poetry
Kyle
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