William E. Marks - Endure
Like whispers – lost in a gust <br />voiceless moon slowly slips behind shroud of cloud <br />The whispers – revelations of our thoughts <br />the moon – a revelation of our stars <br />As we ponder the morrow with mood of today <br />we project the possibility of our dreams <br />Dreams that penetrate into the veil of universe <br />to manifest as our reality - no matter how perverse <br />Thus the human drama, or, shall we say dilemma <br />as horrendous and unbelievable as it may now appear <br />Stands before us as a collective dream – a dream wished <br />come true <br />and not as some manifestation of a wild witch’s brew <br />Like children, we find ourselves lost in foreign forests <br />filled with fear of things we see, read, think, and hear <br />As a cacophony of prescient dreams reflect ancient madness <br />with plagues, pollution, pestilence, flood, war, financial failure <br />Making us gawk like little ones lost in our circular dumpster <br />where we pretend not to see the big mobster monster <br />A monster slowly raising its ugly shadow across land and sea <br />laying waste to a superior dream wrought from our dawn <br />Ever so slowly we awaken – to comprehend the key to our destiny <br />and in horror – witness the world waiting behind locked door <br />As we capture glimpses through keyhole of old prophecy foretold <br />lurking beneath bed of a worried worldly whore<br /><br />William E. Marks<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/endure-5/