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Fair or foul
we sail together
the breeze my captain
and I his willing servant
travelling where he wishes
escaped from the tree
but no free spirit
a happy captive
of the wind
The world is colored by the mind. But does the mind see its own color?
The smiles in child's faces,
The laughter in my mother's eyes,
The bright golden sunrays hitting my dark brown hair,
Everybody painted the streets bright yellow,
But you painted it an unfamiliar ,summery, golden yellow.
Living in the zoo
hunting in the jungle
Dying in the space between
— buried in the past

(Dreamsleep: March, 2024)
before the light disappears I stare into the sky
clouds have taken on a tinge of colour
horizon beckons my thoughts
somewhere out there is my daydream place
where the past mingles with now
such a feeling of calm
I wish I could stay
Sitting in room we used to waste hours in
Visions of past make my skull spin
No matter what I chase to distract from your face
Nothing strong enough to take it's place
When dark is when I suffer the most
Shadows ideal home for your ghost
Take me to place
Take into your arms
Imagining
Whole body warms
Return to your side
Return to your bed
Release from the torment inside my head
Written 2-22-21
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