Dreamer

Tilled on soil of fallowed ground,
Beating heart that made no sound.
The wonderer listless,
without muse, unable to move a distance.

The forever before him he does not see.
The horror, the beauty, the chained and the free.
One thought of mist shadowed by clouds,
The rain lifts veils for those in shrouds.

Fortunate nobody forever you will stay,
there are grapes of sweet wine far away.
Lay there maybe, dancing to epiphanies,
All that grandeur for futile divinity.

In thought everchanging,
to look back is a sin.
But that path you pulled will go on neverending.
Wake the heart within.