Dreamcatcher Poem by Louis Borgo

Stone of the dirty year in day,
Carrier on like plate in stove days does love goes on and on and on
Mark the place position time a date for heaven gates could it be a bigger picture
Then the apple of A Tree
Conscience of mind self-conscience of days days taken back into
Back in the day
Sitting on the front of the porch tea in cup rocking one sleep
Back Back and Forth forth
Learners of faith mimic of tells of home sweet home
Never reallie caught the hook but years past I think I got melody
Sweet dream a dream catching
If story is to pass the time and tell tell I guess I made a bark around a tree may I processed
Up to break of dawn breakfast in the morning
Games of chess and pick up games ring a bell any one?
Hold on to the pitch of the sound more lovely then any frame work click click click a clock brings back memories of bow time and fade jeans
Lack of conscience or lack of concerned I guess one would have turn up the volume
To hear the surround surround sound of the most defiantly?
Waiting patiently for that look that stare and a fante stroll of model crossing the television set


If story is to pass the time and tell tell I guess I made a bark around a tree may I processed
Youthful day Carlo's and lights steps and steps growth among days
Feather of hats looks of ties and bow ties a man is what a man suggest
I guess sermon is apart what a story of life is to cherish
Given unto given into the pass what sweet dream awaken of hard work and dedication
Dream at nights I look to my dream catcher is a vision more bigger then what one can carry on
And I must say if love is one in million then I guess love goes on and on and on.
A Queen Of Heaven.