Category: Writers Block
Weighted hand, a hasty retreat yonder.
Prison walls, yet the mind doth wander.
Set adrift, as clouds on skies of blue.
Toward golden palace, known only to you.
Iron chains, slender throat beset.
They call to you, yet hope doth beget.
Soaring free, as a dove in unbridled flight.
Toward lighted hearth, A home only you know is right.
Unrequited ambitions, the heart they rend.
Beings of grace, the heart they mend.
For bless'd escape, you ceaselessly yearn.
Weary eyes, seeking respite at every turn.
Pyrex wishes, to shatter upon a floor of stone.
One left unbroken, standing alone.
As dying man left clinging to life,
so too you war against their strife.
Partake of your slumbers on satin dreams,
cocoon of serenity thy soul beholding;
Travel to sights as yet unseen,
find sweet rest in events unfolding.
Divine scenes, gentle bliss to reap.
Sweet nectar, drink of tender memories.
evil empire, you they strive to keep.
Go forth: Aloft on your satin dreams.
The roll they call, and you're still here.
Dormant body, heart of fear.
Guiding hands, the guillotine awaiting.
In freedom's grip, mind ever staying.
Reaching arms, in hope for loving embrace.
Death's scent, it fills this place.
Eden's garden, your mind aglow.
Seeds planted, someday they'll grow.
Defeated figure, laid upon the plank.
In dungeon cold, with air musty and dank.
Descending blade, yet the mind still basks.
Drinking hope eternal, from nature's golden flask.
Sudden revelation, strength provided.
Homing beacon, future decided.
Eden flooded, but dry is your creed.
So venture onward, for that's all you'll need.
Body rising, to shuck the binds.
Efforts aided, by sheer force of mind.
Running footsteps, through corridors old.
Escape at last, from prison cold.
Partake of your slumbers on satin dreams,
cocoon of serenity thy soul beholding;
Travel to sights as yet unseen,
find sweet rest in events unfolding.
Divine scenes, gentle bliss to reap.
Sweet nectar, drink of tender memories.
evil empire, you they strive to keep.
Go forth: Aloft on your satin dreams.
Weighted hand, is but a shadow you've scorned.
Prison walls, with grate slabs torn.
And you drift, as clouds on skies of blue.
Toward that golden palace, known to a few.
Iron chains melted, as ash in the urn.
They call to you, but their voices you spurn.
For you're Soaring free, as a dove in unbridled flight.
Toward lighted hearth, A home your 'few' know to be right.
Ambitions shining, like rays of sun.
Beings of grace retire, their divine work done.
Bless'd escape, you've found at last.
The search for respite, a thing of your past.
The single wish, collected from that floor of stone.
Melded with your thoughts, no longer alone.
As miracle child is again given life,
You've fought the battle, defeated their strife.
And when in bed at last you'll lay,
there is but a single thing to say.
Partake of your slumbers on satin dreams,
cocoon of serenity thy soul beholding;
Travel to sights as yet unseen,
find sweet rest in events unfolding.
Divine scenes, gentle bliss to reap.
Sweet nectar, drink of tender memories.
evil empire, you they strive to keep.
Go forth: Aloft on your satin dreams.
Jim
I like this. I especially like your imagry like:
"Pyrex wishes, to shatter upon a floor of stone."
Thanks,
Bob
Damn...you wrote that? It's beautiful.
I'm determined to write a review to everything you've ever written.
So far though, I'm... not having much luck.
You've left me speechless once again with your gifted hand placed upon keys. Good job, Bauer.
Not much to say just wow. I like the imagery in this.!