Solitary Dream
28 March 2016
She roams Earth
In illusion’s frame
Her pace slow
Her Heart still
Her staff semblance of Oceans
Waters toil uphill
From afar
He divides waters
Promised lands
Splitting sands
Temples of the past resurge
From deepest callings
More says less
Concern with banal
Convention
Mere boredom
A whipping cane for the sane
Tripping on folly
Like cancer
Silent ills resume
Throbbing growth
Pervasion
Body’s short persuasion
Dying in white noise
Connection
Metastasis cure
Journey’s end
Stepping point
Like Siamese from head joint
Ad-libbing the words
Anchor me
The waters rise high
My ship sways
With the storms
I have lived beyond the norms
Of daily winters
I see gleam
Solitary Dream
It shines through
Lost lighthouse
Promises of forgiveness
New found tenderness
Reading of the poem:
Dream – Peruquois
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