Haze of Reality
A Dream of Love in the Full Moon
“Squabbles to rest”, says my love.
It’s fire and thrashing and flight.
“Feet on the ground”, says my love.
It’s cold and swirling and sight.
“Where have we landed”, asks I.
We’re rage and gunning and pain.
“How do we revisit peace”, asks I.
We’re dirt and numbing and slain.
The beast moves swiftly;
Hovering, slithering, stealth.
The beast moves nimbly;
Smothering, depleting our health.
As the world is spinning,
Our hands fixed interlocked.
As the world waxes hazy,
Our lives mesh unflocked.
“We are together”, says my love.
“We are one”, says I.
“Nothing here matters”, says my love.
“We do matter”, says I.
Existence is a cloaked spectrum;
Warped layers, textures, vomiting colors.
Dreams are minds’ painted canvas;
Distorted meanings, nightly scholars.
The only truth is impermanence;
The haze of reality we pursue.
As we alter paths, we mold purpose.
The dreams of a thousand moons.
“Matter with us”, said we.
“Exist in this haze of reality.”
About the Creator
Kristy K Boone
Mom, grandmom, wellness consultant, business owner-operator, owner of rescued pets, actor, comedian, Improv / Yoga / Social Emotional Learning Teacher 🚀
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