Love as an abstract wilderness

High above Roseberry topping
Lay a cherry red shaded sunset.
As the shepherd weeps within his sleep
In dreams he’ll soon forget
The sheep are grazing in the field
The farmer lazing upon the yield
Each lay as clay before the kiln.

Astounding visions surreal peel back our perceptions of knowing what it is to flow.

My form grows weary day by day
As flowers in the wind do sway
Up-rooted I’m adrift.
Upon a tranquil sea of souls.

Do you ever feel that reality steals its composition from dreamtime sanctuary.
Do you ever feel that you dreams unveil, reality as a secondary nature.

Love as an abstract wilderness
Comes in many guises
A thousand masks, she’s been known to wear
Each brings its own surprises

I hope you find in happiness
Happiness in hope

poem by David Lacey
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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