Percolation of Dreams II

Up and down the same roads
Carrying the same loads
Senses yearning for something new
But of those there are but few

I scream silently for help
As I caress each weathered welt
Each has a story to tell
Tales the night-air knows well

Chains of blood tie me down
Make fences all around
And I sing songs not my own
Tend to dreams I’d never sown

Now time for the new is past
Gone the way of dreams last
Time has now come to accept
No more tears to be wept

Time to cast aside the dreams of me
And dream through those to be
And in the name of blood’s love
My dreams shall fit them like a glove

 

– Raziel ©2013

This poem follows a theme from an earlier poem called Percolation Of Dreams.

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