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My eyes played tricks,
not moving to the monitor
but pulling toward
that sound of sipping tea

The soft whooshing captured my focus.
Mind following eyes - -
I was on my back
basking in the sun - -
gazing at the clouds

Her emanation was sapphire blue,
emerald green tinged crimson
at the edges -  -
monitor and mind together went
blank. I sat in a trance
until the emotion crept

slowly up my neck then down my back.
She gave me a glance.
She finished her tea
shuffled some paper, left the place

A dancer without music,
the glide out graceful.
Her glimmering aura disappeared
as she faded into the day
Father
you were in my dream
confused, calling out for your own mother
though she was gone the year
I learned to walk

you walked
while you talked
your hair was not yet gray
yet you were more befuddled
than on your deathbed
in the poppy's soft
sluggish embrace

I could not trust
your words in the dream
why do these creamy visions
visit me, you so long
under the dirt?

what other words will come
when I am defenseless, in repose
wishing for more from you, perhaps
even though it is fiction
I can never
decipher
The war was over but we were still battling
Fighting the doom darkness in our Souls
Like an Ancient steam ship hurtling
Towards the Bamuda or waterfalls

We had lost the best of our youth
Warring for something that wasn't
The world brought down her wrath
For a lot had changed and hadn't

Some had lost eyes, others vision
We fought to protect the reign
Without any solid reason
And our lives washed to the drain

We fought for what we believed
And healed or not some of us lived
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