Asleep, Within Us All
Sleep away the last summer
beneath a grey sky;
no,
instead
search the unseasonably cold wind
for more/other/new answers
concerning
love
and its correlation
to the cosmos,
to self-actualization,
to patience
and its connection to the prosperity of the soul
and its fortune, its promise of simple pleasures
to be mined
in search of a wealth beyond riches
found in the discovery of a sun hidden
behind all of the grey skies of summers
not yet seen,
awaiting to be awakened
days, years, decades on from now
asleep, within
us all.
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