Friday, January 29, 2016

Dream Weaving


Each night
The moon comes alive
Together he and I
Weave dreams
From the threads
Of my memories
And strands
Of my sleep

And each dawn
It fades and dies
Leaving behind
Tangled knots
Of incomplete dreams
That linger all day
 In my eyes

Until the next night
When we both start 
All over again
This never ending game
Of birth and death
And senseless
Dream weaving… 

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