We want the world of dreams
To be always in love
But not the world that
Muddies the feet
And clouds the eye
With desire
(Even of dreams)
A world salted with
Brief glimpses of glory
Peppered with infinite perception
Dance of light and photons and
Atoms
And infinitely down
And infinitely up
Which we paint with dreams
Thinking it is real
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Michael Mayhew
April 5, 2014
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Nice trilogy!
I haven't been stopping by writemorepoems as much as I used - popped in today and saw three lovelies from you! It was a surprise treat. This once especially calls to me.