Living in Empty Dreams

Water seen falling down a rock

Pours a picture within my soul

Of emotions overflowing time's clock

And seemingly opening my waking role.

A dream conceived.

My problems weaved

Into what would seem like forever.

But as I look up,

The clouds will then part,

And the glowing heaven

Will become music on angel's harp.

Death seems so far.

Life is on going.

So many things, I must learn for the knowing.

A huge space of time

Brings my mind to rhyme,

And I'll hope for excitement tomorrow.

Drama seems to fill

The empty space that I know

It brings problems and finally, realization.

But will I be content,

When all issues are yet met?

Should I wander into more empty stories?

Full of danger abroad a ship's sparkling glories?