When did you realize that your dreams had passed?
Smashed and stashed in the trash,
the wealth you thought you’d amass cuz you graduated top of your class.
The lives you thought you’d be effecting,
the films you knew you’d be directing.
The sweet scented flower that was your hopes has blossomed,
petals outstretched, basking in the warmth of youthful exuberance soon wilted
only having partially bloomed.
but out of death, springs forth life,
the nectar of your apparent defeat becoming the seeds that breathed new life into those old sepia tone dreams.
And now the theater of your mind is back…projecting,
brimming,
bursting forth in vibrant color,
a new cinematic masterpiece to replace those deceased old things which needed to be relesed.
It’s the cycle of life,
the cycle of pride,
you thought you might be dead inside,
though when you died you found you were alive.
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Wow! That was marvelous, I can so relate. Who is the connectedman?
Thanks. The “connectedman” is just my user name for this blog.
So blown away! So good I had to forward it in some emails! I always knew you were such the artist! Except I gave the credit to the “connectedman.” Much love and light to you and Kelly -you both look so beautiful!