Somewhere in a bar we sat playful and demure, dreams pink mink coats and pergola garden moonflower…
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Sprinkling down side edge of mug, white droplets crystal twunkle in morning sun…
The poem reflects a pursuit of ego-driven desires, resulting in despair, lost in life’s tempestuous journey. persistently hearing a captivating but destructive call.
In a faraway place and faraway time…
Tell me your secret voice of the past you who have lived and died on these pages…
In this dream I had of life from the cradle to the grave…
Waves crash and crawl along a strewn shore…
On that day, sun met shadow in a park; you ran late…
whisking past galaxies against the backdrop of eternity now and forever.
Life’s all but a dream – on burning wings.
©2024 Giuseppe Gillespie