I promise I don’t do it often but I’m doing it tonight.
Because of this!
How I’m feeling.
Go meee! Go meee!
OK.
I’m done.
Well, not really. Most of the work is ahead but, hey, sod it, I did the bizness. 🙂
Tag: satisfaction
A Dream Too Far
My friends,
I find myself so drawn
To others I can’t see
And yet, their souls are visible.
Is this only me?
All week long
I worked and wanted
To share myself with thee
To read your truths and your stories of
Truth and fantasy.
It seems to me
That I now live a lie
In once, choice profession.
Excuse me, please, I know this sounds like
Sordid, mean confession.
It is not that.
It’s just that, well,
I’ve written far too long and hidden all
I’ve thought and felt,
Like BBC banned song.
At last I feel
I’ve found my way,
Words upon the page
Flowing more profusely
Than at any other age.
I love my kids
Inside my school,
I know I do them well,
I, seriously, could do no other.
They’re like my own, myself.
But what to do,
I’m fifty-two.
I know that that’s not ancient
But I don’t know if I have will
To be forever patient
To do what I have always felt
Is so my heart’s desire
To set chosen words
Upon a page
To fuel a literary fire.
I kind of figured
A short while ago
That all this was a dream,
Like fairy belief and flying;
Nothing as it seemed.
Such disarray within my thoughts,
My dreams are running wild
And yet,
I am responsible,
No longer infant child.
May dreams surpass
All aged years,
All human expectation?
Is wanting something longed before
Merely, childish, frustration?
It may be so.
I think it may
Be nothing more than flight,
Imagination, born of dreams
Aurora Borealis light.
But, still,
I see them flashing there
Right before my eyes,
I look forever upwards
At heavenly, promised skies.
If truth be told,
There’s part of me
Still gurgling in my cradle.
I can’t let go, confession time.
I simply am not able.
scottishmomus 