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