Dismal Dreams

Your frostly looking lostly
deeply sounding incandescent dream
that melts and splendids in its timid
shrill and rancid calm florescent sheen

But wait for loving loosely when what
world could be more woozy for all the schemes
that tend to gather on the lacquered front of things
Then trembles slightly some such mighty
could frost the heart and tear the seams.

For the sake of all the shaking
that prances slow yet knows their making
when they talk or take what taking
should tend to come or should to go.

Or be of hope or hope in being
that in all our gallant seeing
we do find some hope for fleeing
from shrouded pangs in dismal dreams.