Our sleep is restless
Dusty as ashes
We will keep our dreams
Share them through words
There was a time
When the smoke
Poured out the chimney
Reality colliding
With flashpoints
We will leave
A mark
The remains of our being
At all costs
We must protect
Our soul
Our thoughts impact
The day
Unreturned ashes
A celebration
Not a funeral
Our body breathes
Our soul relaxes
Perhaps tonight
We will close our eyes
Skip and play
Grateful for another day.
Hey there Jae, Lovely tender sensitivity here, as always. The notions of 'leaving of a mark' and 'protecting the soul' really resonated with me. The mark of a true poet, I think. Always a pleasure and feeling of creative kinship to read you. Thank you, Jae...
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ReplyDeleteDusty as ashes" we were on a similar wavelength. Sweet dreams to you.
I'm always grateful for another day.
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