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 Apr 2015 Dreamer
Francie Lynch
Sifting through my fingers,
Pourning from my hands,
Shifting in the hour glass
These grains of various sands.*

From midnight til dawn,
When very young,
Perhaps before
We're even born,
The Sandman closed our eyes
To sandstorm swirls outside.

From dawn to noon
By the time-swept clock,
We learned our roles
In our sandbox.
You played Mother,
I played Father,
And all our pets
Were sons and daughters.
We learned to listen,
Argue, agree,
Learned what's needed
Before three.

From noon til dusk
We pulverized rock,
Making sand
To build our castles,
Where shoreline
Meets serrated water.
I raised the drawbridge
To go no farther;
And in the Keep,
Kept secrets,
Hidden
From the others.

From dusk to twilight,
(As is the plan),
We shift and squirm
On quicksand;
Sinking slowly
Toward midnight.

Place sand dollars
On my eyes,
At dawn
I will not rise.
 Apr 2015 Dreamer
Francie Lynch
What you perceived
When I deceived
Was symtomatic
Of my disease.
What other reason
Had you for leaving?

We made promises
When first out,
To be one
In sickness,
Or in health.

It's clear to me,
I've been deceived,
Now that you're
Found out.
 Apr 2015 Dreamer
Francie Lynch
While outside waiting
For night to slide,
The ISS went sailing by.

I happened to be viewing Venus
Dip in the western sky.

The ancients would've
Watched in wonder
At this wonder passing high:
     *Those are demi-gods
     In Phaethon's chariot,
     Scorching the night sky.
 Apr 2015 Dreamer
Francie Lynch
The red high chair,
Now empty there,
Has carbon foot-prints
On scuffed rails,
And impressions
On the tray.
Like digs from earlier days.

Her first steps were small,
Unsure, unstable,
Needing balance,
Yet proving able.
A two-step dance,
An infant's prance,
An infinite chance,
She tottered to the door,
Drawn and wanting more.

But I fell,
Forlorn,
With those wee steps,
She was gone.
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