Smorgasbord Dreams

Apparently, a vision of unrelenting state

is undeniably existent in nature,

the fruit  of unrequited dreams endure

to suffer from it? Nay, cross the intersection of fate.

Into the core of this mind lies, a tiny

tiny sheets of folding and aspirations;

many of sorts, in the same awkward proportions,

some different, unique, wanting to touch its shiny.

Only time, a limited time, frail excessiveness

but everything just flutters to and fro

seducing me, enticing treat of compulsiveness

to act in it, wantonly, to job it all without a flaw.

Hail to you, child-like bottle of dreams, build no sarcasm

Never rush, one by one you’ll meet each phantasm.

 

Photo courtesy of highwallpapers.com

15th of June 2012

©2012 J.B.T

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