Twilight…A poem

Dreams can be hard to decipher at night, few things become crystal clear. Monitoring my feelings with mood music to attract space to spin into, with a most innovative dance moves, a mind scape with the theatrical color of the cosmos before me.

Singer sings the story as my heart pours out before me. I observe, light and sound as if seeing them for the first time. The dandelion on the ground, the leaves in flight

Numb to speak words of my own I walk with music, the poetry stays silent unless the singer has something to say.

My little red boat and me contemplating the irony of having no where to go..but some where is meant for me…Angel Grant singing with the keys to the door to unlock all my emotion.

A tear drop can turn into an ocean..No matter cause, nothing’s changed and everything is as it was.

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