How should I proceed?
Shall I weed out this weakness,
this fading bliss which grows from ignorance into substance, rather than faded wish’s,
imagination lands on the mind as soft as true loves kisses;
my vision for this life is paradise.
I find the breeze of this vanishing dream cold when played in memory, awaking to a forcefully imposed reality.
Knowing this is all temporary;
The eye’s of my soul still remain hungry, desiring to see My…,
The origin of time where only spirits roam…..