Fridge Poetry 7 - Head in the clouds

I keep forgetting that I am full of joy,

that the hole in my heart can give so much to another.

A strangely brilliant dreamer,

a believer with his head somewhere in the clouds

and rich in life.

Time and love are infinite

goddesses of imagination and

grace.

Every sleep is filled with their beauty and honeyed caresses.

Trust me, who can now soar above torment with only delight

to protect me.

If you see only a howling pariah, please know I’m living today

like my heart was never damned.