Your good-bye arrives devoid of return address,
all well-wishes and finality.
I do not yet know your meaning of good-bye.
So I check obituaries for ghosts of present, future,
or past, that may never come.
That shifting mirages will haunt my dreams
is my only certainty:
Tag: dreams
The Dreams
Welcome back. I guess you never left, huh?
I didn’t invite you here.
This is my mind- the place you roam, though you’ll never know its streets.
It is daytime here, though you and I are star-blanketed.
All the underground thought-lings come out to play now.
You’re drug along.
And I am played the brand-new season of a long-dead drama.Read More »
Visitor of Dreams
Oh mirage,
translucent ghost!
Tortoise barely ahead of the hare,
child of the warm, lasting hugs from the golden age,
then child around whom I could never secure my arms-Read More »
Decisions
The curtain you’ve drawn o’er the window to your soul,
but I still see you go
back and forth, back and forth.
Do I sit down at the right hand of your dreams?
How long will you stay in a stage immobilized?
One kiss Read More »
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