Cemetery of Dreams
Chilled, fresh crisp breath
walks slowly across the night
beckoning to me, to wonder
autumn making her mark
a star filled sky blankets the moon
dim lit pumpkins flicker
igniting an inner glow
life stumbles on
leading slow
to a cemetery of forgotten dreams
an eternity it seems
since we last rolled in the leaves
since lost we felt,
when breath filtered
into one another
no darkness, no light
no wrongs, no doubts
wonderment making out
a spirit of presence performing
holding long our attention
just right
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