Here be dragons (so the story goes):
Once they flew across twilight skies
And breathed unquenchable fire;
These days they hide in
The hearts of the unsuspecting.

Today is not the day.
Distractions are countless, like
The many small components of
Life that have formed my
Waking hours, my working hours.
Time refuses to flow;
Today is not the day.

I access this part of my brain
The time honoured way:
By administering voluntary insomnia,
Turning sacred night into
Heathen day, soul rising as eyelids fall.

There is no common ground here;
She is busy living her life while
I avoid mine. It was just one photograph,
A single moment in which she looked
Perfect, one single infinitesimal point
My over active imagination expanded
Into a life I wanted to be a part of.

Here be dragons, but I cannot blame them
For this pathetic hope, this
Unrealistic expectation.
Today is not the day;
No day ever will be.

11/04/2015

Posted on 12/18/2015
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