Posted in Art, Poetry

Dreams and dreamers


What is it 
about time
that keeps you
from taking hold
the reigns of your mind?
The dark alleys
exposed in the changing
seasons forevermore
demanding you move along.
He stands

waiting.

She loves the flow
of his words worn
around her neck, bent
from past love obligations
and surprisingly -he

understands.

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