Saturday, July 26, 2014

Dreamer's Summary

 (a sweet view through eyes half-closed this week).

That far-off speck on the skyline
Roars past; we wear its dust
While we toy with time’s inklings
Like maybes before Must

Oh, treasonous vexation
Primed in pittance of youth
Suave, without hesitation
Time wraps us in its truth

Dreamers distort the air
With self-supposed mirage
While breath-by-breath we bear and bare
What none can camouflage

…and all the by-and-bys
That once our minds composed
Are nothing now but wending sighs
Behind our eyes, half-closed

© Janet Martin


Thank you for your visit to this porch. Any thoughts you would like to share?