Floral Dream

Floral Dream

Floral Dream

Often in our dreams,

infinite darkness may be seen.

But there comes a beam,

a light so powerful that you may scream!

It trickles down in streams,

of colours, so many,

worth every penny.

They Swirl, twirl, unfurl,

Uncorking distant memories.

Shadows of our past, it seems,

play peek-a-boo in our dreams.

Unnerving the realms,

that we build and conceal.

The wounds lay bare,

with nothing to prepare,

for the HIS all-knowing stare.

Hard it is to stay clam,

to find a healing balm,

When hidden memories swarm,

and claw you back into their arm.

It would do no good to hide.

All you must do is ride

into the eye of the storm

and face the demons of the past.

There, in the centre of the tempest cast,

will you see THE ONE.

The source of our existence.

The beginning and end of all.

That moment of calm & bliss

Will ferry you to your Floral Dream.

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