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Lucid Quest by Kelly Bailey
Lucid Quest
My latest excursion to seek for you in this land,
a kingdom built for a queen, by the hand
of imagination.
Desire's benediction governs my longing for thee.
Your face is symmetry,
faultless in smile or tear. I hope,
but cannot see, until I impress upon my lips
the texture of your cheek and shield my heart
with your sorrow's end.
Once again, I will not dream easy.
Cliché touché.
The beginning of the end,
a quest, lucid in origin, now meek with raging fear.
Misting my mind, shadowing, taunting and keeping me
from my maiden.
We have met but once, in the blackness,
Poe's "Dream Within A Dream",
butterflies, flowers and a kiss.
I seek I quest.
If victory eludes before morning calls
I shall not return to the doors.
I will retire to the black.
Upon a rock into the sea
I tear.
Your essence fades
and I touch an engraving
of your kiss upon my soul,
growing cold and crumbling.
A salty, wet reaper beckons
bleeding smiles.
Towards the sea I favor.
Splash to black, I am ready
to cease my quest.
"No." She whispers to the hairs
on the back of my neck,
butterflies, goose bumps and a twitch.
Familiar is the weight
on my right shoulder.
Her hand
a wand in the gray black swirl,
caresses my senses numb.
Longing rests with its anxious friends.
My queen hath spared
yet another dream.
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