Dreams Foretold
Were these dreams foretold, or Happenstance
These dulcet Whispers of prophesy
From bereft desert to Dank green soil of rebirth
With you; only a Daub of dust as reminder
That I ever doubted the path to us, the Folly of
Remorse for yesteryear's Wafting redolence
Perchance, the reign of rash impulses
In the limit of foresight, were the Flutters
Of emerging wings, lifting me to hope's
Horizon, and landing in your hands.
1/22/19
Eight word challenge-Bardenesque
Sponsor: John Hamilton
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