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I’ve taken from this endless dream
a sight for sore and weary eyes
When clouds of morning frown of dark
and winds howl in serenades for dancing leaves

Still...life exists in rotted stumps and fallen branches
on fence lines overgrown with time
As weather changes in the east,
where through thick drapes eyes peer

White on white and foot step designs scatter,
erratic as the snow flake waltzes…
Another day, filled with desires beyond the pane
where fingers have etched a heart… breath exposes

And moisture runs downward, streaking glass
into cupped hands that long the taste
of life far removed from this frozen nightmare
and I offer my endless dream to you…to share