Judged
Somewhere in the distant rays of light
There seems to be clouds gathering
In ways that utters the daring one
So he walks in the soft brushing grass
That is still moist from the morning dew
So many hours have passed still that feeling is true
Maybe because the sun's presence could only be felt far
The heat parades in the rear of the door
Whose spine is spiraling ideas
Of possibilities, of clues, of unknowns
She feels the energy pulling her
Elegant and her long hair styled back
She continues her walk of dreaming large
Following the shadows of tomorrow
Braving in the eyes of today
The hiding keyhole accumulates dust
Surreal like the clouds, a light accretion
One overcast, one a questionable hole
She feels, he feels the seen
The mind an unseen scene
The mind plays the blank belief
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