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Trinkets 16h
some dream of warmth
some dream of flying

some spend mornings lying
balancing on the edge
between sleep and awake

half dreamt images
of dancing flames
closeness
heat warming their face

or lingering sensations
of falling
remembering soaring
through the sky


meeting someone
share the dream
such a rarity

find and be found
instead of searching
the reason we search

few words needed
when minds mere touch
feel like home

to know already
the smile in your voice
to words not said

the touch of your hand
in mine
without holding

few words needed
none allowed

to share a dream
is unspoken


there had been signs to indicate
you too hid matches in your coat

if one were to find them now
others not to be ignored
remember

tasting on your skin
a silent longing for
someone to share your skies


nothing now in your eyes
but squinting back to see

attempts at finding
wordless answers

some do not remember dreams
they have but half dreamt images
lingering sensations

if you had but asked
if only I had shared
I never wanted flying

I dream of fires
Mark Wanless Nov 25
saw an eagle on
the ground rotting flesh broken
feathers soaring high
🦋 Fluttering Butterflies 🦋
high and free
Flapping their
wings so Beautifully!!
🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋
Just Watch and see how
they float and they soar,
Gliding in the winds,
of the great outdoors!!
🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋
There beauty is exquisite
as you can see
As they soar in the wind
so Gracefully!!
🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋


B.R.
Date: 9/12/2024
Colm Aug 2020
Waves, cutting snow, soaring star beams incomplete
From the ocean lows to the burning hot asphalt sharp beneath
And in running these risers with both fire and ferocity shown
Burn brighter than moons and more fervently than fires
Over a misty river breath breathed out all at once alone
Just as rings of power are now deadened by time
I cannot even begin to describe
These feelings of mine
I cannot even begin
Bhill Dec 2019
Soaring through the clouds
The hawk observes his next meal
Dropping in to dine

Brian Hill - 2019 # 325
Cycle of life.
leo arden Aug 2019
silent is the night,

for the creatures of day

in this kingdom of shadow

are with eyes shut tight.

all but the lone,

the restless in the sky,

searching; observing;

soaring high and high.

all but the owl,

alone in the night.
in this kingdom of shadow, only owls are nocturnal. ;)
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