CAMELOT FANTASIES

Tip toeing quietly across the room
Not to disturb while all in slumber
Realizing it's a new moon
Arise with beginning at ones fingertips
Releasing the trickling of the strain
Of holding back or trying to refrain
The binds that have bound
Those raw constraints
Followed by the judgements
That will be soon forgot on the morrow
In prayers I ask for guidance
In ways to release the striking pain
Between my breast plates
Illusions can make ordinary appear extraordinary
Reality is we stand alone
Alone in our grand appearance in this world
Alone in our abatement from this earth
Wandering aimlessly multiple questions that whirl
Sadly fears that we unearth
Accepting fabrication as the word
Realizing being receptive to what has been the norm
Arising for its time to reform
Aches will continue
What we put forth
Either with forlorn sadness or laughing mirth

~Divine