Love, Thy Future!

Love, Thy Future!

I saw the fabric of time rolling out,

punctuated with empty spaces,

waiting for victims,

eyes in a shroud;
A sieve, I perceive,
Pulls me under,
Welcomes with hunger, receives . . .

I slipped,

I fell,

through a worn out weft,

Hanging by a shard –

A strong frayed end that binds

others like me with hearts hard;

A tangled web stitched with hope,
stronger than any rope;

As I sway on the fringes,

life goes by whizzing;

head buzzing,
I hang on, barely flinching,

Hanging by a thread,

I meet an old bed-fellow -
how'd she get out of my head?
her name is Past,
You also know her as The Dark Angel of Dread;

She waves out – “hello?!

Here’s a hand,

I’ll come back
as whatever you choose to start over,

Your present, is what I hunger,
come on, you rover!”

Ignoring,

Controlling,

Praying,

Looking away,

I see a beautiful dream:

A friend, if I may . . .

A lovely damsel,

Such a lovely queen;

Shyly she reaches out,a frail hand,

"Come, walk with me;

My name is eternity,

future, faith, serenity;

Love thyself,

I’m your fiancé."