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A dream’s memory
Like the last leaf on the oak
Hanging by a thread.
When all else is still
With attention, shapes dance
A fleeting moment.
A dream’s memory
Like the last leaf on the oak
Hanging by a thread.
When all else is still
With attention, shapes dance
A fleeting moment.
Season in and season out
Light by day and dark by night.
Only as the world sleeps, do I see
A face in the glass, staring at me.
Chance, as a coin tossed,
Ever a pair of outcomes
One hoped for, one dreaded
And when alone
Only temporary,
For it’s just a matter of time
Before it finds a hand to rest in.
Words shared in the dark
Learning and exploring
A long time coming.
Spice so tempting
Warms the body and mind
Heat of desire.