C’est pas la mer à boire

I dream in possibilities

Those Impossible dreams of mine

Never leave

Tenacious little bull dogs

Hanging on my sleeves

All creation unfolding

Laid out before me

Pearlescent and shining

Wet rock reflections in sunlight

Even in the coldest of winter

I go to them

You like to drape all that shines in black

You see lack and failing in me

Do you wish me to fail?

Placing a dark wreath upon my head

As I slip into bed

Me hoping the branches release

When stars spill upon seeing

my shrouded silhouette

I’m not asking the impossible

When I ask you to forget and

Return to dreaming with me


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