dreaming faces

as long as the force was in the same space
we push forward until the inward voice
falls in line with the right mind
I keep listening to it
longing for a place for its obvious importance
stance is there but the right time place and
space
must be met
so I’ll wait and push until I’m red in the face
succumbing under faulty hearts
while parts of my psyche undermine the challenge
it’s a fair bit of distance to cover
and the longer we wait - the bigger it becomes
which is a contradiction
lingering in my face
as long as the strength is there
drifting in the softness that speaks against itself too
make them meet
in fleeting moments
that we grab now with our consciousness
that we name now with our certainty
and eager perseverance

-D.