Dream
Is beauty a choice?
Is it our loudest voice?
Does it render us true tender?
Is it the greatest offender?
Does it know its roll?
Does it pay our toll?
Does it not leave us wanting more?
Does it not expose our soul?
It might be enough for some
Displayed for a group of one
It will be there when you return
To the point you last confirmed
That it was all they cared to see
with you trying to explain "it was me."
Taken was all divine
In that moment you cannot find
You held it like a sign
Projecting to show its time.
Copyright © Milton Batchelor | Year Posted 2024
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