Poem: Fool

0: Fool

As long as I wore the glamour
I could fool myself
that I would never fall.

The daydreamer's mantle
protects one from being taken seriously,
you know?

Some day, not long,
it grows heavy with the weight
of misunderstanding.

The fall is inevitable,
it is only the manner of landing
which is in question.

From Showing My Hand

~ Autumn Equinox 2017

My first collection of poetry...

XVII: Star

Tell me,
my dreams,
which of you are true?
Which celestial spark points North
and leads me to my cave,
my court,
my stage?
And which is the lighthouse,
warning of the shallows
where sirens live?
Where do the rivers
of sleep lead?

~ Autumn Equinox 2017

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