Weaving the complex tapestries of thought That nightly grace my trusting mind Hinting of things that have yet to come Returning to forgotten days and dreams Taunting me with pieces of my cloudy future Reminding me of things I've never known
12/16/2002
Posted on 03/15/2003Copyright © 2024 Stephanie Kent
The best of your work Ive read. Graceful yet ironic and dramatic.
Enticing last line! A thought provoking look at the intimate association of past, present, and future.
