Spectral Verses, Viii, Raise High The Curtain Of Your Dreams - Poem by Captain Cur
Astounding as the grimaced pain
that falls upon my breast
that turns within my soulful pleas
disturbing peaceful rest,
as poignant as the simple pause
where all my dreams are lost
between the silence of the lines
where truth is rarely sought.
In the deepest regions of my soul
light is blindly shuttered,
mayhem then infects the grace
where lifetime vows are uttered,
wasteful words that garnish mind
placating idle reason
love grows then rots away
when its fruit is not in season.
Deeply plows the hardy till
that seeds so life may follow
replant the blanket of my grave,
the ground grows old and hollow,
soil turned by harsh bitter hands
with dead skin thick and calloused
shovelfuls of passion sound
on my wood and satin palace.
Console me and recite the words
from the marvel of my youth;
forgive me of my petty sins,
search between my lines for truth.
Do not follow in my steps
for you are prone to go astray,
raise high the curtain of your dreams,
don’t pause and look away.
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