Thursday, May 14, 2015

Interlude

A watched candle burns memories into ashes and dirt
A flicker recites stories of the past finding the path into dreams
I gather the dreams as a peasant would gather flowers, caught in the embrace
In the dreams arms I risk completely losing myself into unconsciousness
I lay there in the bed, ruffling through the days, taking weeks to wake back up again

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