Dreams
Dreams
Resurrect little vignettes of what once was a reality.
Dreams sometimes became the reality of one’s life.
Dreams have longed waned, become shadows of a man,
a man slipping into the ether, the reality of emptiness
as he sits on the bench, observing life through windows,
of life passing by, most of, gone in the blink of an eye.
Reminiscing of days, adventures following so many sun rises.
Only today, to become journeys for this son’s setting,
over the beauty, the darkness, the heart aches, over the joys
as surrealistic visions shine upon a long and checkered career.
One wonders just what awaits at the end of this long, decaying pier
as he traverses the last path, the long winding road, as he comes near.
B. J. “A ” 2
November 6th , 2019
Copyright © William J. Jr. Atfield | Year Posted 2019
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