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Perhaps I was too young to understand, my life experience too small to comprehend the meaning behind your words. After the play, you waited outside in the lobby. I did nod at you in acknowledgement, but quickly glanced away from your hopeful gaze. I could not hide my discomfort. I know more now. Having been…
I am the window with curtains drawn. I am the morning sun. I am the dark room growing light. I am the waking one. I am the dreamer’s forgotten dreams. I am the shadow of birds. I am the flyer seeking seed. I am the writer whose solace is words.
The dreams I’m dreaming ~ Melt away in the morning ~ Like snow from the sun
Reflection of sun ~ Suspended in winter sky ~ My heart is the moon
When the way grows slick ~ It is best to walk gently ~ Lest you meet with pain.
When hope is buried ~ ‘neath the cold cloak of winter ~ Will love bloom again?
Wake from mental storm ~ Scratch of ice on the window ~ Cold thoughts on my heart
A storm is coming ~ So I refill the feeder ~ Sustenance for birds
Waiting in the rain in Silver Spring Car becomes a sheltered pallette