Outside I am smiling
Inside I am softly dying
Finding the dichotomy of callings unfulfilled
Too much to bear
Ah, God
I pretend
I wait
Art becomes the exile,
The prayers.
Slow dance of the Sea of Dreams
Hungry and warm and slow
Holding me tenderly in cover of dark
Breathing close to my ear
Be with me
My sighs go up
All submerged in deep meaning
Great and huge and slumbering like an iceberg
Showing one small part
One small point of huge meaning
And like proud Titanic, sunk by the underwater Mass
Grand superficial plans and artificial expectations
Are ruined on the bulwark
Of the massive hidden meaning
There was a place for me
In the end, will I not yield?
When will I thaw into that far greater thing?
Melting into the arms of Life..
Slow dance of the Sea of Dreams
Promised it Thou to me
That I might someday shed this tent and my dream come reality
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