A poem by my Dad.
Happy Father's Day.
Love you.
Dream Silhouettes
when dreams come into play
and dance round the shadows
of yesterday’s nitemares,
all those old fears
now laying buried in the rubble
about out of luck and
already into next weeks trouble
dance ever merrily
sweet dreams of tomorrow
what morals uncovered
from ash ‘neath the rubble
what fires re-kindled
when once thought
dreams dwindled
they’ve re-ignited
and fleshed out the form
opposed to the norm
the crescent moon smiling
and fueled by the serpents
of tides ever wilding
and once
just a thought
i thought long forgotten
spoiled and mildewed
decayed and gone rotten
a lost thought
distraught
now bought a new ticket
not merely an idle idea
gone wicked
oh no,
bare assumptions
now dare to come forward
the movements improvements
now justly rewarded
staggered,
as dreams dance silhouettes
the cargo’s been lost
as well as the debt
no payment on pavement
no concrete nor stone
instead just a dream,
full grown and well flown
more banner headlines
more chaos and riots
more slogans on flags
if the banner fits
fly it
soar,
aviate,
go high, then go higher
the truth will now torture
the tongue of the liar
and dream now the dance
enhanced and enthralling
the embers ablaze
to the universe calling
what parts must be played
become ever clear
there was not an instance
when no one was near
the mirror imagines
the image you see
but the dream
gives it credence,
far-flung-fantasy
and back to the dream
to the stage
to the play
a dream with in grasp
gone its own way
it was no more
than a moment in time
a richness so subtle,
oblique and sublime
a moment in time
so close,
within reach
gone as a cloud
like a figure of speech
gone as the night time
blends into dawn
when the thinking man
saps the strength out of brawn
now all that remains
is a puddle of dreams
however bemuddled
however it seems
transfixed now,
translucent
but the stage lights
now dim
be ever thankful
you know how to swim.
-RAK-
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