Solitude
That half-breath moment as I wake
light ebbing through closed lids
as will o’ the wisps steal away dreams.
Nothing, everything, is as it seems.
I could be.
In that moment,
in that light,
in that dream.
I am.
Copyright © Sean Smith | Year Posted 2012
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