I’ve been bumbling in dreamland
Loving the signs and symbols
Absorbing all the songs.
There’s always extra meaning,
In every event,
Every conversation, every sunset.
Expectation! Hope is never spent.
There’s a poem for every occasion
Filtering love complete
With gorgeous lines and metaphors
To the rhythm of: Heart Beat.
The beauty of my imagination,
My quiet space;
Decorated with light and love,
Overflowing faith, hope and grace.
Now the real world is yelling:
“Leave your escape.
You can’t live there forever you know!
Take tablets for the heartache.”
I put the tablet back in its box;
Nice and slow;
I’m just not ready yet,
To let the love go.
And the world whispers,
Softly in my ear:
“Why are you torturing yourself?
You’re worth so much more my dear.”