Will Dream Words Go Walkabout Wander? Poem by Terence George Craddock

unknown words

have a tendency
to be carved into rock
painted on stone
then wind erased
without warning
trace over time

perhaps in a week I will have time to write
perhaps a long drought must arid come
time is stolen a season of work deletes
impossibility time slot windows for words
drift words as ever will flow through soul
but unpenned unspoken words must drift

lost
in an
eternity
of never
knowing eyes
to read
upon
recorded page


Terence George Craddock (Afterglows Echoes Of Starlight)
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