Barry Middleton Poems

Most every day I try my wings,
it is my dream to fly,
although some days I surely fall,
it's hard to touch the sky.
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when dragons raise their heads
inside a fearful dream
breathing fire into my brain
I plan a safe escape
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I walk along the beach,
I can't ignore the signs,
the sand has washed away.
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I long to walk a barefoot path again,
in the soft summer sand of a childhood creek.
I long to move silently on wet autumn leaves,
to drift in the earth tones after rain,
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I hear the beating wings,
leather clad with scales of fire,
the dragon circling the earth.
Within a steel gray cloud,
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slow my brain down
slow the world down

the storm outside
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tonight there is a blue haze
a mist rolled in I can't abate
and it may be the voice of fate
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the sky tonight is peach
the air is still as death
the noise of day is done
and I am past my grief
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another wave comes in
it may be foe or friend

you cannot walk away
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the dream of day is calling me
the smell of morning coffee brews
a hint of light is in the east
that says the time has come to choose
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