Dreams Poem by Beryl Stockman

Dreams



Our dreams touch
Forming criss-cross panes of light,
I search the maze
For the right answer to your question
While voices fall and shatter,
Tumbling down dark halls,
Fragmenting the night with their colour.

Monday, January 27, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: colour,voices
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