Another Random Poem

Snatch the threads of darkness from these shadows
And stitch the Groom's suit for the poet.
For his Groom, Dressed in bright white satin gown
will bring forth rest to his poems.

Who can get hold of these thoughts running amok
Like the fawn in the green pastures
Among the questions breeding questions?

Run if not fly into the skies,
For they say everything looks clear from the clouds above
The mothers breeding questions and religions hiding answers
The silly poor minds imagining dreams
And the filthy rich building dreams.

This surge in veins, will it engulf the poems?
Drowning the words, pulling and pushing them to the shores unseen
Wonder what new adventures await beyond those shores.
This madness dressed in questions like a groom
Awaiting the answers dressed as the bride, never seen, never coming...

Scatter my bones among the words
Let the first born of these poems pray to the Sun
To the Moon or to the unseen
For the poems will drift forever in the rivers
To reach the eternal seas someday, somewhere.

Like an incomplete poem as this,
The dreams remain single forever in the imagination... among the words...