Symbiosis.

poem by: Keith Robson
Written on May 11, 2017

From wind that cried then softly died, until at last it merely sighed,
A memory wrapped in imaged song, without the need for right or wrong
A cornerstone of long ago, when life still had somewhere to go,
A memory intertwined with dreams, at least that’s how yesterday seems
Soft evening fog that came to call I gathered like a whispering shawl
To wrap round halos of the night, such a complex celestial sight
Of gas lit gauze in moonlit mist, cloud faces that I once had kissed
When nights were long and days kept pace, in lavender and silver lace.


A symbiosis based upon those dreams and nightmares now long gone
Came to me riding shades of grey, no need to crawl back to the day
No need to swim before I fly, just moments where we live and die
Those inter winding subtleties silk liquid shadows, satin seas
That drift me where I’ve yet to go, upon life’s subterranean flow
Then bring me to a different shore, a sort of trembling evermore
Where I can write poetic stuff, when dreams are harsh or life is tough
And when my poem is complete, I’ll rise again upon my feet.


A sudden sense of dreamless truth, such shivers from my long gone youth
Turn me into a child once more, another street, another door
That once was real, and now is gone, no more to pin my hopes upon
For symbiotic hopes and dreams can soon unravel at the seams,
And part just like a quiet psalm, that lost its temper, yet stayed calm
For all I know and all I feel is just how much life likes to deal
Those poker hands that always lose, no other outcome I can choose
Except walk in different dream, and head towards my dawn soft stream.. 
 

 

Tags: rhyme, faith, inspirational, metaphor, hope,

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Cecilia Crasto commented:
This is an extraordinary write Keith, I don't usually like reading long poems but, this had me rapt from start to finish...brilliant.
Frank Hornby . commented:
Hahaha.....this is the second of the best pieces of on line poetry I've ever seen!.............er...I've "forgotten" what the first one was.............

 

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