forgotten dreams

Our resurrection & re-inventing of self is found in the Desire of our Heart finding germinal birth in dreams put aside & forgotten by time.

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All we hear are
sounds of longing
in rain quietly falling

That follows a pulse
of desire in once
inhabited hollows

Why not gather up
its droplets to water
seeds sown long ago?




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Reviews

[Fabian G. Franklin]

Why not indeed? Who knows what dreams might grow from mere droplets of memory? I enjoyed.

[Red Brick Keshner]

Thanks for leaving word & interacting with my work. You are much appreciated! :-)

[Firestone Feinberg]

Beautiful. In your own special tone. A lyric thing. Thanks. --David

[Red Brick Keshner]

Thank you, David. Your kind words are most appreciated. :-)