mecury dreams
begetting quicksilver thoughts
enticing in shape and shine, yet
fluid through grasping hands
time meanders, with little meaning
as roses wilt on the wayside
one note sounds a gong
reverberating in the distance
drawing me forward
all the time i am hampered
by the gathering up of past
I walk carrying a backpack
of badly folded origami dreams
hoping oneday they will be art
Feb 14, 2019
Feb 14, 2019 at 2:26 AM UTC
mecury dreams
begetting quicksilver thoughts
enticing in shape and shine, yet
fluid through grasping hands
time meanders, with little meaning
as roses wilt on the wayside
one note sounds a gong
reverberating in the distance
drawing me forward
all the time i am hampered
by the gathering up of past
I walk carrying a backpack
of badly folded origami dreams
hoping oneday they will be art
been a while, the muse has been recalcitrant....
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