Nights that flew Dreaming Morning dew Gleaming Skies of blue Beaming Right on queue Singing Pretty you Preening Day's anew Ringing
Tag: Daydreams
(shy)light
I wish I were a skylight; a lamp atop the tallest building in my city; I want to look out from my lookout; I want to be urban; not sub but above urban; apart from you yet a part of your experience; not a subject, but a mere object; individually insignificant, collectively brilliant; just like you, but not like you; I want you to notice me, but not see me; to light your way, while staying out of it; eradicate shadows, yet staying in mine; my facade, faceless; your afterthought, thinking about you; extroverted travel to you 299,792,458 meters per second, from the introverted refuge of my bulb.
the village elder
Elderly man strolling alongside the street
Wearing your sweater in this oppressive heat
Where are you from; what do you think; while walking
Back and forth, to and fro, forever stalking
Where do you go when you’re not walking here
Do you live far from where I see you, or near
Peering down at the sidewalk, you plod along
No headphones, no music, to distract with song
Your purpose so mysteriously thoughtful
When our paths cross, I’m struck my you: beautiful.
daydream
Daybreak
Dreams of
Days when
Dreams begin.
Daytime
Dreams of
Days which
Dreams are made.
Daylight
Dreams of
Days that
Dream of night.
Daily
Dreams of
Days when
Dreams don’t end.
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-j
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