----- A Sam Scott poem: 5th November 2023 -----
Synapses tickle each other Is it just for fun Nearly a connection But decide to knock-and-run Like a colourful projection On some passing cloud Or a whisper of protection With no voice to shout aloud So my slowly waking moments Tend to fool that I was there In alternative reality With it's wanderlust and flare Then the bump of landing solidly Though my bed is soft and cosy With the vague allure of memory Of a moonlight dance so dozey I grasp at stars that vanish And loves that fade away.. Oh to capture night-time's magic In a jar of light some day
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