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Sleepwalk Lost

Gray zone Hands reach out, gray zone, Wishing me, wishing you, far across time To the moon, to me, to you In cities We linger like cattails, like honey spoons Tasted, inhaled, drunken, wandering down Down to the lanes, to the lanes, of our longing We play harp strings, we play saxophone Eyes dance among strangers, Come back To me and you, you and I, dancing away Into star dust.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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Date: 11/9/2015 10:55:00 AM
Quite a gray zone fantasy here. Enjoyed your style. Congrats, daver
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Date: 11/28/2012 9:21:00 AM
Very good portrait into the mind of the sleepwalker--as it should be. I like the projection, and of course we could get away with almost anything. An inviting, built-in success for the poet. :-)
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Date: 11/27/2012 9:26:00 AM
Hi Sheri What a treat to read your wonderful words, written like a light ballet. Just like Debbie - "We linger like cattails, like honey spoons" is delicious. Thanks for commenting on suicide. I'm afraid there is no hope for those who fall prey. There's therapy and love, but once the deed is done, there is no going back. (not biographical) love, Kathy
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Date: 11/23/2012 9:07:00 AM
Ohh loverly!! fav line [We linger like cattails, like honey spoons] Light & Love
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