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by David R Spellman

A late summer afternoon
lazy breeze blows adrift,
caressing my thoughts
to wander aimlessly, flirting
with lines between sleep
and dreams upon fences
seemingly skirting realities
where control is to be left
lost or found.
 
Sweet slumber lulls me
to her waiting bosom, softly
now fading into realms
of magical wonders. Drifting 
through endless eddies which
swirl through and around
excited fibers leaving me
wanting nothing but to fade
off to forever.
 
Upon this enchanting
dreamscapes come
floating to my eyes with
perhaps some remnant of
wishful imaginings, released
with unfettered fashion. Swaying,
as if embraced in dance
pleasing my sights this
feather appeared to change and
no longer held aloft, fell
lightly and became a
single blank page. Landing
upon my face, shocked
I awoke, jolted by a wondrous
pulse of electricity, washing
everything from my being;
leaving me to wonder
if there was more.
 

02/13/2002

Posted on 04/03/2002
Copyright © 2024 David R Spellman

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Ashok Sharda on 01/19/03 at 03:07 PM

Well, its a realization. While wandering into nothingness, you walked into the space of time. You had a glimpse. This is beautiful. The experience. The realization.

Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 07/31/03 at 02:58 AM

You, with serendipity doth sleep Sonorous is the page, far from blank!

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