"My Waking Dreams..."A Poem by ChrisA moment's pause"My Waking Dreams..." There is no silence to the world as ev'ry breath bares a cost. The whispers echo soft yet clear to ears a'listenin close and dear, and with eyes so full of ghostlets sway that dance the eventide ...memories... of was and may and weren't ...fill and flow - dreams ya know ...and those that aren't. Soft - so soft the tears that gently fill and slowly fall to dry and mark the edges of hopes - wish-full dreams... glistening, glistening ...edges... as thoughts unbidden ply and pry and grasp and tighten as fingertips reach...and reach... just TOUCH...touch and fall away as bits shatter and swirl - fragments fading, falling, flowing drifting the currents of "now" become then once more. Lips curl of their own ...intent, and breath stutters with each heartbeat's grasp and I understand the shaking hands and ev'ry why there always is... and continue to stand found in the thens of all the "nows" 'til moonlit shadows fade into dawn and the sunrise finds ...me... gazing through the glass a salted-sea myst filled with all the wishes of heart and home. Chris
© 2016 ChrisAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorChrisLansing, MIAbout"Life is a terminal disease." All the doctors have basically told me so. "Life is an adventure... Pain, well you deal. Thanks for being here. 06/21/2020 I'm back and working on. I've been.. more..Writing
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