Dawning Creations

 

When it happens upon me

in the still of the night

Or in the brightness of the day

As the rain falls

Or when the ice freezes

I have to find my quiet place

I have to make sense of these words in my head

These images

These little phantoms of a memory?

Or little wanton yearnings?

Fast, they come and envelope my mind

in thoughts.

Their meaning I have yet to determine

Maybe I shouldn’t ?

I don’t really question as I used to

It is what it is

And as the years chime on by I just learn to bend and be more flexible.

It’s not a problem.

In awe of the beauty around me, I keep my head held higher than the clouds

That way the clouds can’t make my thoughts fuzzy.

Mixed feelings about love cause me dissonance

and frustration

Just let it be.

Just enjoy

Be hedonistic if you must.

But only for that moment

And no longer

Don’t allow yourself to let it entrap you

and make you lose yourself

There’s danger in too much of a good time

It can make you forget your value

And you become the thing

Whatever “it” is.

Let it be for that instant and be in the moment

But not long after I promise

You’ll come back to sense

And remember that that’s not all it’s about.

Only in our wildest dreams can we keep it sustained

That feeling of elation, so promising and misleading in nature

It’s the serpent of the human realm,

Making promises that can only be kept with a fine

of monetary sacks and loss of relationship

This is not love as it may be confused with

This is lust for the unreal

This is surreal and fake “love”

There is no justice in long term hedonism

There are only broken promises, lost souls and relationships shattered.

Is it so important that the short feeling that comes with pleasure comes before all else?

Is your suffering no longer a lesson and just a burden of the mind?

Is it natural to suffer?

It is right to endure?

These questions wrack our brains and leave us empty at times.

It is right to endure.

It is right to suffer.

It is safe to let loud tear drops fall.

To hurt. To be broken.

Because if the broken toy is known to be broken, only then can it be fixed.

But if the broken toy denies it’s missing limb or replaces it’s missing limb

with a fake one, it cannot be healed.

It’s wounds will not be seen and it will be left to it’s own devices and

eventually be forgotten. Never forgiven.