Midnight Summer Dream by Reggie Drake

It's perplexing,
How we flee from the things we sometimes seek,
With naked foot as is to circumvent the phantoms of the past.
The desires that we once gave chase to suddenly dissipate from withdrawn hands,
The ephemeral limitations of human flesh thwart the advances of audacious visionaries,
Pursuing the illusive midnight summer dream,
Appeased by the pleasant guise exacerbated by supernatural comfort,
The ease of a mundane life drives us mad.
On the stroke of midnight pass,
Like vibrations of a bell,
Fashionable madmen raise their boring cry,
Forseeing what the tarot cards fortell,
For they are not paid in currency but in misery,
They are shackled behind the barriers of inhibition
They exist as does Jupiter,
The enormity of superficial pleasures is paramount
While the substance within remains nonexistsent.
But why does impediment linger,
When soul and body have no bounds.
Only he who enjoys the fruits of lifeless luxury find this mortal world enough,
To house the dormant potential we carry.
The ability to circumnavigate the winds of change,
And propel a once meaningless existence towards the manifest destiny we were ascribed,
Is what i dreamt beneath the twilight of divinity.
Its amazing,
How we are but pions to the God of the universe,
Yet we can change the world with the spirit that was instilled in us,
And with a heart that is willed enough,
Dreams deferred can blossom into fruition and cannot die, for if dreams die
Life is a broken winged bird that cannot fly
Our inner desires stmye the swelling of the soul,
A soul that is finally free from its hellish crypt.
I once thought, that if I reached for the stars they were mines to hold.
Now I know that if I reach even further,
The universe is mines to own.
To think, that I uncovered this divine wisdom while laying,
Not in a bed, hammock or tree,
But underneath the heavens,
In a Midnight Summer Dream.