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A slow walk back to now

Notions play like whispers down the wire

A rumour or a vow

Nothing sadder than a masquerade smile

Dream awake in lucid days

Who will you shed your tears for

So gather the changing wind

Of abstract fears and nevermore

Tempt with open arms

Here in the melee, a sonnet or a sigh

Beyond nostalgia’s charm

A sunrise dewdrop’s trembling desire

I never said I’d stay

To tend those golden fields once more

So when there’s nothing left to say

Ride the summer breeze

Through open doors

In dreams – treading familiar roads

In dreams – holding the days we know

In dreams…