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I Dream Myself Into Being
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I Walk Naked Into a Cloud
You are standing in front of me even though
you are gone.
You are gone in so many ways.
I dream myself into being.
Pretending the apple tree
blooms.
Blooms like a newborn love
of teenager lust.
Consumes me in eager
anticipation.
You are away, a distant figment
of somebody elses nights.
Sleeping in a bed that I used
to know. Somebody elses underwear
is on the floor.
I imagine myself into a place
where flowers colour
the landscape.
Ignore the truth.
Discard the facts.
That the flowers are dead.
They have not been watered or fed.
They are symbols of a garden
too long ignored.
Looking at your face, I wonder why
it is
I cannot recognize you.
really enjoy reading you
really enjoy reading you writings. You are very good at arranging your words
Vive le Quebec libre!
I WALK NAKED INTO A CLOUD
I dream myself into being
pretending the apple tree blooms.
Blooms like a newborn love
of teenager lust.
consumes me in eager anticipation...
I love this read, you are an excellent poet...
I enjoy reading your work............heather