Dreamtime Specter
A Shadorma
The dreaded
Monday morning
looms ahead,
awaiting
to crush my tired spirit;
horrid day.
Beneath a
streetlamp a specter
appears to
me, shadow...
backdrop of nighttime moon beams,
imparting wisdom.
No fear have
I for your presence
my dream guide,
awaiting,
beckoning me to follow;
secrets are revealed.
So many
pieces of wisdom
that only
you would know;
you enlighten my quashed mind,
futures seen.
Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2019
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