the Dismal

 

Dreams

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dreams,

faces and fantasies from the past,

work to confuse me,

unsure of the people and women who were part of my life,

or maybe just entities within my head.

 

Sandhills Seen

 

Sandhills seen,

in the mind,

and in reality,

neither view,

true and complete.

stairs in the park

stairs in the park,

covered by trees,

hidden,

a magical place found,

where dreams created,

and special thoughts seem real,

only moments away from traffic,

and the middle of the city.

 

The Return

cranes   re-appear

so does my happiness,

my heart singing to their calls,

in the early morning light.

 

The Past

giant animals of the past,

wander endlessly,

in search of water,

they shall never drink,

for they are only spirits,

unable to consume,

the water they seek.

 

Pond with a Cloudy Sky