Friday, September 7, 2007


Retrograde, in my tunnel vision,
I find reality taking a back seat....
As dreams funnel by in streams,
Of crumbling cracked mud walls
And echoes of tiny footsteps...
Rain falling off a tapered roof,
Suntanned hands holding flowers...
Standing at the beach for hours
At length. When dawn was shorter
Than the yawning dusk... when I
Was just a reflection in your eye...
When our dreams began...
I still exist in that moment.


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