Monday, December 14, 2009

The Dream Deluxe

Light And Shadow meld in a fleeting flickering moment
And hover on the wick of muted memory
A pirouette through time last performed

Temporal temple of desire and hope
Its quickened ghost crashing down in wicked ballet
Sparkling shards of sentiment buried in moist black earth

Love and laughter fire in eternal richocet
Her hand in mine, liquid eyes in reflected twilight
As an infinite echo of an everlasting kiss

From gin joints to starships
Where went the yellow brick road
I was there the day it died

The path to Oz and Tara
Its mushroom dust gave rest at last
One dream left barely escaping

1 comment:

  1. Dreams are always in danger of barely escaping. I say, "let 'em out." Really wonderful meanderings Rick. Loved it. <3

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