There is an eerie stealthy feeling coursing
Through my veins and clouding up my mind.
I stop writing to review my recent past.
There is nothing there revealing I can find.
Unrest continues, an itch niggling my brain,
I wonder, just what to do. Is there’s a sign
That will bring me closer? May I claim an
Answer to the reason for my perplexity?
I’m delving deep into my ‘ago’ for a clue to
Help me find the source of my problem.
That feel of an itch in my head persists,
Perhaps, I’m close to the end of my search.
Then suddenly, comes the dawn of truth
Into my mind. When under pressure of time,
I tend to dream of things in reality that bear
Upon the moment; this being such a time.
I see no need for apology from line one
And all through to the final line.
A dream is a dream until it is done
And becomes fact in its time.
Copyright © 2013 Charles E. Frost
June 13, 2013