"...chasing pure beauty,
and one final dream."
Kicked away time...
the dust of the past,
stirs on the surface
of a soul gone crass.
Life without living...
begins to subside,
recovering value
and my own damned pride.
Being restored...
by the dark and the light,
fearing not heartbreak
though it’s always in sight.
Life without living...
is no way to live,
embracing the spirit
of the take and the give.
Finding a purpose...
narrow as it be,
chasing pure beauty,
and one final dream.
Life without living...
is death without peace,
blowing doors open
to find my release.
Copyright © 2016 Stone Bryson. All Rights Reserved.
Written April 2016
Known in many (albeit small) online circles over the past 15 years, Stone Bryson is a poet, storyteller, and essayist. He is working on various writing projects, and lives what he describes as an 'analog life.' He resides in Jackson County, Missouri.