Camelot

Camelot

Monday, October 19, 2015

Tattered Plans



Tattered plans I grasp
With impatience 
And expectancy
Frayed edges
From a thousand fingers
Handling my future
Hopes and dreams

Dog eared
Scribbled notes
Ideas

In my penmanship
Unreadable to everyone
But me

Surreal
But
Absolutely real
Simple dreams
Of a simple life
Full of words and color
Contained
Within concrete
And glass

Surrounded
By flowering trees
And grass

Fantastic in its
Normality

And variation

I aspire
To dance
Write and sing
Barefoot
While my lovies fly
With outstretched wings
Floating on a
Soundless sweep
Of positive chi
Zen flowing
In sheer delight

I inhale
Cleansing
Energy

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