dream

some places
we have been before,
some spaces
make a story
for themselves,
the pieces are going to fit
if you cannot find a way
to make all the moves
between where we are and where we were,
another tropical cloud
comes down from the hills,
and a wish is fulfilled when you commit as I will
in the opening that
makes a moon our own,
in this roof of a core
moment we have in our car
and sometimes there is not enough
quiet time and sharing touch
in the world
to make me want
to let you go
and I know
that you know
I will never want to…

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About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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