We run through golden drops of sunlight
with reminders tied around our wrists
memories in baskets of woven wind
Tomorrow chases us
as we chase yesterday
The synchronicity of our steps
becomes the rhythm of time
lost in the streets of reality
while navigating maps of wonder
our lives are repelling forces
that now face the immobility
of our desire for freedom
so what's left? Besides you
running toward this morning sky
and me, sinking in a shallow sea
of words and puzzles, that time built for
you and I

Can't express in words
What I know I want to say
Thus begins my poem

It's peaceful outside
Snow has landed on the ground
Whiteness everywhere

Don't go back
To s
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It's not a dream


It's  reality

Silence surrounds me
Words are drumming through my mind
Just to break the spell

Cold winter colors
Grays and whites
Marshmallow pinks
All frozen in time