{"id":22847,"date":"2016-08-13T23:15:26","date_gmt":"2016-08-14T03:15:26","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=22847"},"modified":"2016-08-13T23:15:26","modified_gmt":"2016-08-14T03:15:26","slug":"years","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2016\/08\/years\/","title":{"rendered":"Years"},"content":{"rendered":"
Five years, light and laughter fill my eyes.
\n<\/span>Airy and breathy, like feathers floating upon the wind.
\n<\/span>Hope swells like cresting ocean waves
\n<\/span>and dreams rise higher than the desert mountain tops of memory.
\n<\/span>The stars and moon never out of reach for the innocent dreamer within me.
\n<\/span>Dazzling lights shinning down, head over feet, feet over head,
\n<\/span>flying high, tumbling down, landing solid on legs of steel,
\n<\/span>while dreaming of weighted gold around my neck.
\n<\/span>Can feel it, taste it, long for it,
\n<\/span>but some dreams are never meant to be.
\n<\/span>Fireworks exploding high into the sky,
\nbursting brilliant and magical colors just for me.
\n<\/span>But things aren\u2019t always what they seem to be.
\n<\/span><\/h6>\n
Ten years, sorrow and suspicion fill my eyes.
\n<\/span>Unrelenting and shadowy, like trees moving in the wind on a moonless night.
\n<\/span>Escaping reality in front of moving images that fuel more dreams,
\n<\/span>and treading upon demon heads as all of heaven looked down.
\n<\/span>The stars and moon waiting to be explored for the relentless dreamer within me.
\n<\/span>Zero gravity calling down, wanting so much to fly,
\n<\/span>leaving Earth\u2019s atmosphere behind.
\n<\/span>A rocket jet set as my permanent backpack,\u00a0hope set on a cosmic summer adventure.
\n<\/span>Can feel it, taste it, long for it,
\n<\/span>but some dreams can never be.
\n<\/span>Prayers and signs, signs and prayers abounded all around,
\n<\/span>but things aren\u2019t always what they seem to be.<\/span><\/h6>\n
Twenty years, forgiveness and freedom fill my eyes.
\n<\/span>Clear-eyed and glowing, like luminous skin bathed in the balm of Gilead.
\n<\/span>New faith and hope blooming, new paths and journeys forged,
\n<\/span>grasping and ever reaching for viridescent light.
\n<\/span>The stars and moon becoming the eyes of heaven for the impossible dreamer within me.
\n<\/span>A thousand lives to live within one heart, demanding thousands of voices to call my name,
\n<\/span>seeking paths of crimson silk in every land I walk.
\n<\/span>Though every mission I take leads me further away from my deepest dream.
\n<\/span>Can feel it, taste it, long for it,
\n<\/span>but some dreams are told to wait.
\n<\/span>Die to self, die to dreams, awaiting their resurrection,
\n<\/span>but things aren\u2019t always what they seem to be.<\/span><\/h6>\n
Thirty years, heartbreak and rejection fill my eyes.
\n<\/span>Confused and grieving, like a widow\u2019s child.
\n<\/span>Unconditional love searing my heart in two, the husband of my heart forbidden to me,
\n<\/span>speaking words of unrequited love and infidelity.
\n<\/span>The stars and moon hidden by a celestial cloak <\/span>from the romantic dreamer within me.
\n<\/span>Rejecting his rejection I moved forward, living in a land fixed between two worlds,
\n<\/span>embraced by some, unseen by others.
\n<\/span>Though love is still unknown, it\u2019s far from a mystery.
\n<\/span>Want to feel it, taste it, long for it,
\n<\/span>but some dreams are meant to die.
\n<\/span>All the why\u2019s parade in a mocking line, \u201cWhy wasn\u2019t I good enough?\u201d
\n<\/span>but things aren\u2019t always what they seem to be.<\/span><\/h6>\n
Forty years, new hope and longing fill my eyes.
\n<\/span>Determined and wise, like ancient fiery flint.
\n<\/span>The echoes of every goodbye and every loss sing as a chorus, cheering me on,
\n<\/span>reminding me there is no failure, <\/span>for I do and do and do, never just try.
\n<\/span>The stars and moon shine down, reigniting the impossible dreamer within me.
\n<\/span>Setting sail to a familiar land, I break free from every blinding shackle,
\n<\/span>seasons of abundance and providence awaiting me.
\n<\/span>Long dead dreams beckon with resurrected fingers, while new dreams are born.
\n<\/span>Can feel it, taste it, long for it,
\n<\/span>though some dreams may tarry, not all stay dead.
\n<\/span>Though sacrifices were made and all feels lost,
\n<\/span>things aren\u2019t always what they seem to be.<\/span><\/h6>\n

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12th out 12<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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