I found myself
standing,
In what appeared
to be, the center of a
misplaced dream
Time was of the future
as my presence
wasn't seen...
A matrix
swirling with colors
imaginable to me
I swung around
with my arms opened wide
encapsulating
intoxicating time
Never before
had this reception
been opened to me
I wonder if this
is where my end will be.
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You are quite the poet, Bessye! Your words move me... I do have misplaced dreams too. . . :)
ReplyDeleteHello and welcome Tes!
ReplyDeleteYour kind words speak volumes, thank you so much. It's an honor to have you come by and visit. I hope that you will come by again.
bessye