To Measure A Dream Poem by Daffodil Decarie

To measure a dream- one has to buy
A binocular as wide as an island.
Leaving no speckle of future- no dust
In the past- unseen- unforsaken.

And all naked eyes will be dismal yet contented
Believing filibuster's omen- About a caricature
A burlesque alignments of burst- out Stars-
Choking the verity of our ideate ambitions.
The dreams, so many of us shrouded with pride
Ignominious and far ahead to envision, as far as
The cadence of Arteria's haul as it rape our depth
Froze out volund like sagacity we are given.

And sermon's effervescent actions- Each tone we
Must psalm as we perceive spiritual momentum.
We remain in sin. Void of meaning, we try to rise
And hope to measure a dream - begs away from
The lies of reality, the horror of inability, the
Solemn illusion of fear and false traditions.

Perhaps, a handful of clarity, an eye of humility
Is the need of humanity -to measure
The shape of our destination, to unravel the clout
Masking the equipoise of love and the unknown,
To measure the nature of unsearchable 'Truth'.
'The divine dream of all being! ' that has been
Written in books of false assumptions!

To measure a dream is impossible.