Dream catcher,
the catcher of the wry
in the shallow of morning.
Evidences of passing:
forensic tales
of flight and Summer,
discards of the passage of youth.
You remain, in the stillness of air,
a conjuring genie
spinning a tale
holding the eye captive
and the mind for ransom.
The thoughts fledge
and the dream
is captured.
1 comment:
Just beautiful, Keith.
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