Dread of the Dream

I dread the sight of noble aspirations galloping away

I shiver at the mere thought of a life empty of hope

I fear the coming of the winter, the dying of the day. 

But the thing that scares me more than tied rope:

would be to reach the finish line too drained to keep the fire lit.

would be to win the war in vain only to die weary, spent and beat.

 

So...

 

If one day you should ask me "What is the one thing in this world that frightens you the most?"

I'll have to say "Seeing the dream drawing breath before me, so much more than the chances lost! "

Avert my eyes I will from yours; lest I turn into stone and shall forever live loveless, cowardly, alone.

The pearly perils of revery...Heartache! Humility! Happiness! All hues of the same heavenly hazel!

◄ Note with Note

Will ►

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Mae Foreman

Wed 15th May 2019 08:05

Thank yon Jane! 🎈That's the plan!
Mae

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Jane Briganti

Wed 15th May 2019 03:10

A beautifully expressed poem...rich with emotion! Fear not the future; enjoy the now! Thanks 😊

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Mae Foreman

Wed 8th May 2019 22:42

Thank you Jason! I do write what's inside so I guess, I hope you're right... As for the photo, seasons changed since the last one was taken and I thought it was time for another change!
Thanks for your support dear Jason🎈
Mae

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Jason Bayliss

Wed 8th May 2019 22:21

If the sincerity and honesty in the words that you write are any reflection of your character, I think you'll be fine.

Beautiful poem Mae, and love the new photo by the way.

J. x

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