some roads are never long enough
but well traveled.
their relentless lines wander from place to place
while going nowhere.
you chose a more abstract path,
a different dream,
and followed its bright images
until the shadows, murmuring their sorrows,
sank into the darkness.
the night wind turned away
with a shuddering sigh
and the colors became silent.
7/13/2020
I love this..
ReplyDeleteThanks Laurie!
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