David Lacey Poems

What sanctuary is there beyond the burning of summer sun?

A new page is turning in the story untold
And here we are, older now within the moment disappearing,
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The circle has turned seven wheels towards the dream.
How many moons have passed since our awakening?

Fueled upon whiskey and rising
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No rush
Don't push
It's only the feeling
The reeling from being real
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Time is meaning all
The face of clocks then melting
Autumn catching hands
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