It was as if a quick withdraw: <br />A nice fitting, a nice candle glow, <br />Lighted up a way in darkness shines <br />Foretold no beginning, nor sparkled lines. <br /> <br />It was as if a quick withdraw: <br />A bad setting, a subtle candle glow, <br />Wound up a wind in stormy climes <br />Danced no signalling, nor wiggled ensigns! <br /> <br />It was as if a quick stroke I ever knew: <br />Like lines of marching stags cling no view, <br />Subtlety cracked each nerve on chandelier’s eyes <br />How beauty’ve drawn a rared blown spice. <br /> <br />It was as if a hundred miles away: <br />A simple wish, a dream in one lighted view, <br />I’ve walked alone in stormy weather casts <br />All I found is me climbing a mountain last. <br /> <br />I’ve swam a beating of waters’ wonder road, <br />A mile or two is far-reaching struggle, cramps a load <br />Twitched in pain, gasping a last breathe anew <br />Hold no lines, immersing up and down in water’s flow. <br /> <br />But stilled as a wind surfing a high frenzied walk <br />One who’s been amazing, clinging a father’s talk; <br />I’ve woke up refreshed from a dirty water’s slay <br />Now I live anew, a life of fullness, great and happy!<br /><br />Gil Gregorio<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-dreamer-s-wild-imagination/
