A dust devil took in its arms a dervish, full-twirl; <br />varicosed haze of antiquated looking glass <br />reported a vaguely familiar but fuzzy form, <br />who with meticulous albeit off-beat aesthetics <br />chose apt words no vain hope the audience persuade. <br /> <br />Behind every facade, please find that weaver of words. <br />Dust off their wings, let them soar above new vistas. <br />Leave the safety & comfort of the finite & regulated; <br />we've spent too much of our lives 'out-of-the-box' <br />that we've forgotten the warmth of a dream's embrace. <br /> <br />Come! Break the shackles of my cliched existence, or <br />Should I then be made to apologise for my failure to launch?<br /><br />Frederick Kesner<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/catch-your-dream/
