(c) Breeze Vincinz

Living on the edge of a dying dream It curls at the toes like warm cream It moves in my body with intricate motley And sings in my ears ever so softly I try to see the sun rise above The edge of my dream, the beginning of all love The rays of light engulf the sky Carrying with them little orange lines On the edge of my dream I look into the surreal Oozing through reality not wanting to be real I see a young man healthy and strong A normal old boy living on a farm I see his neighbors wanting him to stay I see his parents alive, together by a bay I see his brother in an office helping the world I see all of this as opaque as a pearl But then the sublime ends and reality rapes it violently Leaving me on the edge ever so lonely So I wait for the sun to come and take me back To the life I can’t control nor can I attack What does happen to a dying dream? Does it curl at your feet like warm cream? Or is it forever singing in your mind Integrating into everything you do all the time *** *** *** #nationalpoetrymonth "Life As A Boy: Poems" by Breeze Vincinz Available NOW on Amazon