Time and matter
endless chatter
dreams I wont divulge
In silent tones
where vision roams
magic sets a subtle tone
that sways and flows
like.. spring will grow
into my field of dreams
Charcoal gray, wonton lust
leaves little for the heart
to trust
Yet here I shine in a soft end glow
of time once left
to
A lifetime's show
I
will not bend or flex to
schemes
its all in black and blue it seems
Trusted friends
make
formidable foes
is just keeps going
yet I'll never know
why
if or even when
The field's of comfort
will appear again
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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