I
I dream not…
of that long past
of stormy sky
and the aftermath
of moonless nights
and starry schemes
of what was never
as it seemed
I think not…
of thoughts left blue
of black and white
with no other hues
of borders crossed
and passports stamped
with a nod of the head
and lips tight clamped
I see not…
what could have been
if you had only
let me in
seeing with your eyes
not with your heart
acting the role
but never the part
Copyright © Jo Bien | Year Posted 2011
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