Spring Fantasy
you see a locking-glass lake
I see the other side to the end
you see the tranquil rocks sunbathing for eternity’s sake
I see the crushed skeleton of what once was
you see the flock of birds inviting you to join their dance high above the tallest trees
I see their escape from a world dying
and the breeze passes gently on our shoulders
as we realize
the world whispers that we’re strangers once again
it’s like a picture being erased
moments together
forgotten
words spoken
forgotten
strolls along the waterfall
forgotten
it’s not a goal to forget
but a necessity
often I wonder the days
it would take
to pluck the thoughts
from my head
but as the mantra is forgotten
so is the transition
the murmur
languid
frantic
nature always hands
one minute
dragon blood
the next
hurt
fight
a future longing
ready to steal
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