Belief

possible

 

“Not good enough” may slash on dreams
Dragging the hope out to absurd
Of all the meaning which it seems
It’s holding back, trust to elude.

“Not good enough” may play the game 
Of wandering through dense pitch-black,
Bringing the doubts to claim on shame
While crawling grails which lost their spark. 

“Not good enough” may catch today
The eyes of passion gleaming trust,
Busting the hope, wishing convey
With confidence to magic “just”.

The shadows hold the light on spots,
It’s all up there of flame relief.
Of what the matter glows on thoughts
To the bright “Just” of the belief. 

@Simona Prilogan, 12/01/2018, Nottingham

trust

 

Buff your dreams

Buff your dreams”,  she was singing for herself.

Mornings are coming with new inner for her soul. Thoughts which stay to explode in thousands of pieces. What has been done salutes  aging  from the deepest valley of happiness. What has been planned   was following  the paths up to the tops.  What has been loved sparks  through nostalgia in the eyes. What has been lost in the gap of confidence yells to the memories; long way  spent negotiating the joy on the others’ table. Dreams steamed in the heart’s rooms, locked in the front of prejudices. Passion silenced on the waves of skirmish.

“Buff your dreams!

Make them shine.

Let them speak.

Speak to gut.

Trust your gut.

Buff your dreams”

Evenings are coming to calm  the soul.  Eyes of faith look to the bridges over time. Where everything could be pacific. Where dreams will rest on the serenity. And lights will buff them.  Or maybe that will be another dream. The one which bridges the confidence.

Buff your dreams

Brawl  for your passion

Time goes by… 

Buff your dreams

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