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?