dystopiandream

A beautifully written and expressive poem, also a prayer to those that feel a moment of weakness. I thoroughly enjoyed it.

Dreamingly we see, a sea of change with the sun high above; I forbid you to fly too close. Listen to me my boy, You and I will soon merge with the sky, but beware of your feathers, cherish them and never give in to the heat, or you shall surely end up in a crumpled heap washed ashore by my feet. Now fly Icarus! Fly! I will pray to see again, waiting for me, on the other side.

Like a cool breeze I sweep over your dying hot embers. Sparks fly, heating up the whirling centre of my soul, burning you ignite, and spring to life. Yet we're stuck in limbo, a mass of nothing, a mass of everything; Fueling each other on we become a swirling vortex unable to let go. *dedicated to J.M.