Description
‘You sit listening to a tale,
delightful sometimes,
sometimes sad,
unreal
Your world is heroic;
its inhabitants half-divine or semi-demon;
Its scenes, dream-scenes
Drawing near the confines of illusive, void dreams,
the shores of reality rise in front
these shores are yet distant;
they look so blue, soft and gentle;
You long to reach them.
In sunshine you see greenness beneath the azure,
as of spring meadows;
You catch glimpses of silver lines,
and imagine the roll of living waters
Some stream of sorrow
as cold and almost as black as death,
is to be crossed
before true bliss can be tasted
Every joy that life offers must be earned
Life is to be entered,
and her humbling, crushing, grinding,
but yet purifying and invigorating lessons,
are yet to be learned
Hope when she smiles on you,
will promise happiness tomorrow
Pencil on textured paper; 590mm W x 760mm H.
Written from the perspective of GenZ.’
VaL Smit ©
