FRETFUL DREAMS

Little Soul from the walls of powerful hiding
being small with clasped hands that dream
powerful dreams within knitted locks —
from the safety of blankets and walls,
Allow love and mind and poetry prevail!

During transgression between flesh and mind;
sleep and wakefulness the world is more than one!
Upon awakened eyes! The small key of hardness
unlocks the lock — with a tender whisper.

The dreamer (me) is uncomfortable. Being here.
For i have left my love over there. Inside
the dream.

And i vow to dream again and again until i find
my love over there!

:: 01.06.2021 ::

About EPRobles

Writer, Artist. I like to paint abstract acrylic images onto canvas. I love to read everything, and I especially enjoy science, philosophy, and the arts. I'm new to the blog experience and I very much enjoy it! I hope to learn as much about all the features that WordPress offers and thank you -- my visitor -- for taking time to read my words. Peace and love... View all posts by EPRobles

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