JOYOUS AGAIN

JOYOUS AGAIN

In dreams I am falling, over and over,
Lost in the scent of you, filled to the brim.

Walking through ancient fields of sweet clover,
Arms wrapped around you, peaceful again.

In dreams the blackness of night overtook me,
A river of blackness that soiled all my clothes.

And naked I fell like a lost star from heaven,
Pricked by the thorn of the underworld rose.

Nightmares soon hastened to eat up my mind
And I fell through the black hole of renegade time.

‘Til the sayers and wisemen sent you my way
And the violins whirled and the symphony played.

And music so precious lit up my soul,
And you gave back to me what Father Time stole.

And we walked hand in hand through the clouds in their glory
And the angels proceeded to narrate our story.
And all of creation was witness at last,
To the joys of our future, the thrills of our past.

In dreams I am falling, over and over,
Lost in the scent of you, filled to the brim.

Walking through fields of crystalline clover,
Lips pressed against yours, joyous again.

-Bruce Potts
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