Lena Marshburn Poet I do not know?

Unspoken Dream

When the nighttime dims 
And the leaves glow gold
When the world seems magical to me
We’ll stare through the limbs
Of a century old,
Proud, defiant ash tree

You turn
The light catches your face
Your smile delves into my soul
You burn
Beauty shining at astounding pace
Possessing no true goal

We rush through the trees
Not a care in the world
And land abreast the wild birds
We laugh into the breeze
Daring the story be told
Such a tale will never be heard

Watch, don’t fall
Feel the salmon swim upstream
And see us step across rivers unseen
Look up to mountains tall
And lay down in this living dream

We’ll stare into the waters
Just as we did in those days
Don’t let the current take you
Two pale forest’s daughters
Never heeding time’s delays
As I burn too

We rush through the trees
Not a care in the world
And land abreast the wild birds
We laugh into the breeze
Daring the story be told
Such a tale will never be heard

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