year after year
light beams of a dream
shone rays of hope through
cracks of belief,
achievement,
pride,
calling-
“this is the way!”
each beam
each shimmer
illuminating another
carved year
scratched word
dented surface
exhausted day
hurried pace
of the gateway to the dream
but this door never opens
arms extended
eyes sunk in pursuit
reaching for so long
so long
so long
to grasp a beam
one swirl of light
the temptress of our thoughts
and strife in our action-
disappointment once again
from ungraspable light-
distraction from our now.
what if
these beams are merely
a masquerade
of shadows
shining brightly
on our inside
on the inside of our comfort
seemingly supposed to be reached
yet-
stalling the beautiful
hiding the bright
wide open
complete
sunlight
on the other side
of the exit
to the unknown?
empty of pride , strife
and hollow handfuls of beams-
let go
to use our hand to open the door to
a bigger
soulful
completely illuminated
dream
