Reverie

I had a dream last night, I was walking in the dark.
I get lonely sometimes, so poetry is my ark.
Like Noah, with it I survive...
I was thinking things over, walking through the park.

The sun came out, so now I could see
the old men telling me I can't be free.
They laughed, I cried; I pleaded to the One up high
and an angel of the Lord looked down upon me.

He said, with a powerful smooth voice:

"You ain't a kid no more,
it's time you figure out what you're livin' life for.
Pretty soon you'll be middle-aged,
parents dead, job sucks, body always sore...

"Life moves fast, so enjoy it while is lasts.
Don't look at who you are based on what you have."

I laughed, I cried; I thanked the One up high.
No longer am I bound by a soul crushing lie.

I wake up, sheets soaked with sweat.
It seems that some evil force has cast a net
which only death can break apart.

Poetry is hope is an ever darkening world,
it's the smile in reply to a brow being furled.

God, cut away my net...set me free, like a cougar.
Let me run among the strong and let life be unfrugal.
Let the eagles look down in awe and let the lions cower in fear.
Evil is nothing against a gifted soul.

And everyone has a gift.