I hold a bag
of faded dreams
for when the days
are dark
and I ache to scream.
I scatter them
to the clouds,
watch as they part,
glittering sky left behind,
ripped and crumpled,
like a failed rhyme
written at the wrong time.
Starseed
of sleep deprived
nights,
I pluck a spark
of insight
and grip on so tight.
Ride the tails
as we sail
through the cosmos,
faster than
the speed of light.
A dull glowing
in the palm
of my hand.
A still thought
firmly planted
in the field of my mind.
Just needs watering
to start growing,
and from that speck of dust,
born of a time and space
light years away from us,
will start blooming into a fantasy.
A miracle entrenched in my head.
A picture of forever, traced
into the parchment of reality.
A flowerbed will one day sit
where this seed once bled
and that flowerbed will hold within
so many stories, yet to be read.
And in the faded
twilight
of a lilting memory
I'll ride that starlight again,
grasping hold
as it pulls me
across the vastness
of infinity.
I'll see those
flowers blooming
and I'll listen
to their
endless stories,
as they whisper the answers
to the universe's
greatest mysteries.
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Peace, Love & Poetry
Kyle
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