Rendezvous Poem by PHIL WINTER

They crowd my dreams each night
Faces of strange men
Who passed this way before
Fired with zeal
To change the world
But never really did!
I feel I know them
Though they lived
Before my time.
I see their faces
In that other world
Despair and hopelessness etched in!
They speak a language
I do not comprehend
So I cannot help them
Though they beckon me!
Gradually, night fades away
And daylight brings me
from the land of dreams
And my rendezvous
With dreamers of yesterday.
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