Soon
I received the impetus for this poem in a dream as is usual. The first terms were “I am here, you are there” besides the title, the word “Soon”
Dreams are hard to remember precisely. Even now I can’t remember what came next because I get this stuff over several nights. I think the seasons were there also. I didn’t get the watermelon and fly swatting thing until a day later. Last night I received “red rouge or ruddy red rouge” in an evil sort of context. I received another text or term but I can’t remember it at this moment (this really vexes me to no end) because I lay there and repeat these phrases over and over so that I will remember them when I finally get out of bed and sit down to write.
I am a little disturbed because this is sort of a “Love Poem” to my wife but I can’t find a way to insert the word “love” into it. It starts out fine but gets dark as does most of my prose. Thinking back, the words “expectancy and anticipation” were there on the first night also as were some Purple Martins. I am really beating myself up over not remembering the other phrase I received last night. Its right here, at the edge of my memory, my recall, but I can’t grasp it. Maybe it will come to me later.
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The word soon, a fragrance of expectancy
An ambiance of fate’s inevitable destination
With just a hint of anticipation, a recipe
To hopefully contrive an idyllic future
A foretelling of what’s wished for
Soon spring will come
April showers and May flowers
Soon summer will arrive
Away on holiday
Soon we will see autumn
Arrayed in radiant foliage
Soon we will feel winter’s icy chill
Barren trees, quivers and shivers
As a child you ate watermelon
And spit the seeds as far as you could
You knew the flies would soon come.
You spent the rest of the afternoon
Swatting flies
And the rest of your life
Swatting problems
The eternal optimist in me is remiss
As it saddens me to be the pessimist
The seasons will eventually fade
Heralding in the grave’s somber façade,
The withering winter of our years
Soon a shroud shall clothe my heart
Soon I must depart from you,
Tis the way of the earth
As all who doth breathe must
Soon I will exist in a world unbeknownst
Fret not for I will tarry there
In the alpha and omega
I will wait for you
Until eternity’s end
I am here, you are there
But remember!
I am now the light of a million stars
Sheltering you in celestial light
Waiting for You
Just beyond the veil