My future in a nutshell

It is a basket of woven metaphors
A delight in the entreaties of love.
My future is a bright light in a cove
with rain of roses that can still pour.
If I am to describe it, it will be a viscid to the past
a tree taller than a mast.
A god that is blacker than Bast.
My future in a nutshell is love in two colors
whatever you see is what was brought by the sea,
there a wrong writings that evolved from hieroglyphs.
A past that only God is qualified to judge.
My future will entwine a line that drinks wine
Red grapes that have harbored the labor of my pen.
Figures that overwhelmingly override overused heads.
It has holes in a basket
flows from the forgotten stream
a beam of faith tied to parchments of a soft thought.
a wind that will bring a merry daydream
My future in a nutshell is written but not read.

Ruddapoet