We call for truth
Yet ignore reality
As fallacy brings forth
An unmistakable prophecy
We seek words of tomorrow
Yet read stories of sorrow
Watching as mischief winds
The endless hands of time
Together we wait
If only to glimpse a wary fate
Need we heed the days of past
Watch the shadows as are cast
Then as the shadows fall
Our spirits will renew
Then only when the shadows fade
Will our stories begin anew
Journals Of Enreal 
I love these lines….
“We seek words of tomorrow
Yet read stories of sorrow”
Nice Blog there..I visited from Nikhils Blog!
Another view is that reality is never ignored but only sometimes misunderstood. These words resonate positive energy, bursting to get out of a limited space.
There seems to be questions of expectation, then of practical reality, then of what could, might, or will be.
Then there is the union in Promise, a kind of perfection waiting behind our ideas of lack and absent but longed for truth.
To be in Truths Presence, hard to admit it was there all along. Shadows casting through invisible but real life. Might they linger in space from a time of mistake?
I like the poem, Enreal . I do find your images present themselves well as illumination on the dark themes background.
Will we ever escape our shadow??? Perhaps. Soul stirring words, as always, Enreal. Shadow dawn…..something to contemplate on ….
A brilliant piece that is construed from a variety of different shades.. Loved the way of narration.. ending on that bright, positive note..