These Dreams I Cherish
These are the dreams I cherish
Where I dressed in colors of a lost field of lavender
my hair- longer than Lady Godiva’s,
my horse with a mane like a floating morning mist,
while from my mouth- mysterious words
like the opposite of kiss, among clouds, above a ground
of quiet apricity where lie leaves of long forgotten
memories.
What is the point, you say, of all of this,
beyond these far off things?
Well, that’s the thing about wifty dreams, isn’t it?
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