DreamWalker

They don’t walk

Upon script they fly

Taken to soar beyond high

Doesn’t live, so cannot die

They dream. No, they fly

Contradicts truth, yet cannot lie

If by chance they do lie

They would then live

Moreover even die

But not whilst caught in dreams

Death, always foreseen

From death, reality always gleans

They, the conjurer of doors

Never kept on fours

They walk high; no, they fly

Rather upon high they soar

Illusions: their wings, their doors

Never fooled however

Initially from strife they may cower

They do see it over them

In sleep, the thieves hover

Then a dream is conjured by whim

By word and now rest

These avenues of illusions

Exclude intrusion

Inside his crest

Despite reality being manifest

It is an accepted state

They know they cannot deny fate

Thus, they conjure their own

A home away from home

Bred, nurtured within their dome

Contained by his room

Or even in boredom

It’s not a daydream they have

Instead a wishful hope

To remove their present to past

As such, within the day they dream

Of presents yet to come, to past

This gift can neither be bought

Nor offered for selling

Intangibly their giving is wrought

Though not secure, it is unfailing

It grows within their dream

Before and after the cock rows

Gleaning all hopes, they sow

Conjures dreams

To get lost within, resting or writing

They dream of a dream

To walk, no, to fly and be lost in

Guilt

So I’m caught,

Red-handed with its bloody pieces.

Holding your broken heart

I truly thought I couldn’t do this

I hung my head in shame.

A storm brews at my soul’s window.

The trials have just begun.

The verdict I prefer to not know.

Slowly I approach the judge

Her body throbs at me

She reads all the charges aloud

In time the verdict would be known to me

You’re charged with:

The breaking of a loving heart

Despite all the promises made at the start

The shedding of innocent tears

Despite your hope for future years

She asks:

“Do you understand all that was read?

And what have you to say for yourself?”

 I reply:

“I made it, so I must lie on this bed

Words? I prefer to say nothing else.

But I must!

So you’ll know how I feel

What I did was not just

But I can’t lie to stay real

I too suffered a loss

As a result of this break

I was at first down for the cause

Yet the feeling slowly faded away

In the end, I have only one faith

Please stop this trial, hurry, and deliberate

I prefer to be blind, though it’s plain to see

This bias jury thinks I’m guilty”

  

The foreman approaches

And thinks aloud:

“I’m guilty on all charges!

Despite the relationship’s circumstances

You’ll not be given second chances”

Even the judge throbs too:

“In time these feelings you’ll not dwell on again

Yet I’m still sentencing you

To an indefinite time of pain.

A pain of uncertainty

Where confusion plagues your mind

A pain that you dealt to me

When she vainly tried for another time.

So now, walk away

With only the troubles of the dark

Though you wish to wash this verdict away

For now, you’ll not live with an innocent heart”