A Moonlit Dream

Just to write a dream

amongst the lilies

underneath the moon

To wander into my secret garden

where I talk to the birds

Whisper to the trees

my hopes, my fears

Feeling anxiety slowly leaving me

like an old tweed overcoat

dropped casually onto the ground

without care or consideration

Almost despised yet treasured

maybe even loved…

Knowing upon my shoulders

once more I will soon feel its weight

Too frightened to discard it forever

For I will be left naked-exposing my true self

Oh! If I could only stay here forever

Unburdened-no longer a slave to my fears…

This old worn-out patched coat

my excuse for so much folly!

A reason to sabotage my own peaceful contentment…

Cursed soul that I am

Yet just for a while, I felt free

new-born-pure-sanctified

Just sitting amongst the lilies

writing my dream………………..

M C BOLTON- NOV 2020 @MarkCBolton1

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