weeds feed my dreams, in a cavalcade of screams, while the majesty in-between, is just as it seems
rocking back, and forth on the porch, sitting, and staring at the dead, it dreams
like another reality altogether, as birds fly back, and forth, mirroring my actions, without the necessary transcendence
of being…
felt, not felt, smothering like a fleece blanket on top of the history we’ve shared together
recalled, less enthralled, I walk towards you with love in my heart, stopped, attracted, less retracted, without a stare, only ever a deeply felt care, we’ll always share