Citadel

For the Sake of a Lazy Dream Maker

 

For the Sake of a Lazy Dream Maker

 

The rose, naked until it is dressed in

Another person’s hand,

Believed your inner

Thoughts craved attention, but

They were famished by years of distance.

 You’re scared of the curtain opening.

Then it does.

The moon is (your) audience,

And the sun is (your) critic.

 While you are having your crunchy dawn,

A dim yellow brightness,

The sun, too tired because his feet hurt

Due to to his shoestrings being tied too tight,

Asked:

What dropped you?

Blood ran down your naked legs,

But ...

He was on your heels.

You’re locked and loaded,

Ready to ooze your way through a lake,

The roaring ocean of  your fright.

A drain on the concrete floor washes you down.

 Sitting quietly on the Fountain of Youth,

You wait.

You wonder.

When your mind can lift the weight of your abilities,

You will become the gladiator of dreams.

The Christopher Columbus of space.

 All of that is forgotten  as the

Giant mass of lavender  begins to catch up

The sun lights you;

Kills your darkness 

The happiness in your eyes shows the

Happiness in their hearts. 

All this from one deep, 60 second look into your grass green eyes

For the Sake of a Lazy Dream Maker