In your head shakes I saw it more clearly than you thought
As you wandered off telling me not to be stupid
Dreams were for other people, other world’s
Best to just forget with almost disdainful pats to the head,
While crushing my dreams, your fears,
Underfoot a grinding to dust to be sure the fire couldn’t ignite
Except it never fully extinguished
It just went on a slow low gas, like dinner set to low
Awaiting it’s time to be served, fulfilling needs
Maybe not yours but you can never search horizons
Looking at the beauty therein
Your only thought is tomorrow’s weather, hang tonight’s beauty
For what good is a golden ethereal light really
And as you walk away marvelling at how sensible you are
How much of a sleep walking dreamer I am
Ask yourself how much you have to show
For blocking out the golden shimmer, or the almost violent sunset
I have my wild imaginings some can be real
But like a genie you fear
You corked the bottle tightly, bound and hid it.
My genie roams free but when does yours burst forth
Escape and turn on you
For keeping it a prisoner TOO long?
ailsacawley 