contemplativePromise Made
A promise made on fantasy
behind the heavy veil of sleep
all too real in that space
before I must again wake
this dream I’ll still embrace
knowing that a lie is at its heart
not one of sourced by cold malice
instead longing dwells within
in the earliest of dawns
or the depth of darkness night
the same drumbeat echoes forth
from the halls I walk alone
passages shared by replicates
facsimiles that share aspects
even thought the truth is bent
torn in half at the extreme
still I’ll wait until again
the landscape shifts within
making contracts that fall short
while they please the sleeping soul.
© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20181223.
