Monday, April 30, 2012

Water Falling

I dream of places
I've never been
places odd
yet familiar in some
deep part of me
resonating chords
to other times
other worlds
other Me s

water falls from
empty woods
in to a purple sea
while I spin in
the marble ballroom
a perfect waltz
silk, taffeta,
and gems

I know this place
though I have only
it in dreams
strange music
echoes in
vine covered
walls along memory's

far away notes
like smoke
curling silently
towards the dawn

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