Wednesday, 9 December 2015

Towards that Fork

I dream that I 
Am walking through,
Sullen woods with autumn trees.
Yellow september light, yellow leaves,
yellow. Through Mellow trees.
Walking through rocky streets.
Blissful, calming memories?
I dream that I-
I do not dream.

So pray tell, snowy night.
I missed the train, I see one light.
Care to share with me?
So pray tell, December moon.
Where are those beautiful,
beautiful awaiting miseries?
Ones you promised me.
So pray tell, winter frost.
I see no crossroads. Apologies.
I see no ways through. Apologies.
Won't you take again that road with me?

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