Reading '03

A taught bow-string.
An anchored blind.
A waited warmth.
A vaunted weight.
Celebration hails in an ethreal joy.
Spiraled circles from a searchlight sway.
Concreate creations by the broken boy.
While a flock of hearts beat the dawning day.
On an ancient day,
There was an anceint dream,
Of a modern way,
To live a modern scream.
Creative, cool,
Collected, claimed.
Daunted, dallying,
Dazed and drained.
A distance beat of a started craze,
Perfect days.
The natural conclusion,
Of a maze.
A quest awaits completed task,
A banner to rejoice.
A treasure-trove of blissfullness,
A heady bliss of choice.