Wednesday, November 18, 2009


Somehow dreams are stalking
My reality in waking and walking
Above ground around earth
But with shady apprehension first

Somehow held by an invisible hand
Not stirring of a godly strand
But instead a wavering question
Without a future for worry to rest in

Somehow days are welcome here
With the pause of a quiet night's fear
Asleep in parallel self-tension
For keeping the lonely heart restless

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