Wednesday, October 3, 2012

A Dream of You

Disappear around the corner, your ragged cloak dangling
Just out of reach
And I do reach
And hurry, but always too late, too slow
For You.
An empty quiet meets my call
Nobody listening,
Nothing there.
The crowds behind their windows
Deaf and blind
To You,
Distract me
Their world so smooth, of plastic and glass.
I stop, captivated, then remember
Deep breath, call again, follow again the footprints in mud and snow,
Winding through pits and prisons, shelters and food banks,
Leading through other crowds,
Other eyes that see,
Other ears that listen.
And losing myself, losing the world
I stumble, fall, collapse and find

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