by W. Mahlon Purdin
Beautiful dreamer, you beckon to me.
The soft eyes that search my face
And look at how I look at you.
You make me wander, too.
Time goes by, the years drifting me
To a stiller place where things are quiet and nice.
I look at you and see a future coming in;
Where will I go, days see-through thin?
Beautiful dreamer, so young and gazing.
You see everything as anything.
You are agape ready to take and give.
I relish each moment's riches: a passing sieve.
Beautiful dreamer, it's all for you.
Like a gift, wrapped and carded, your name inscribed.
Your time is about opening and diving deep.
Mine is about watching and wading, half asleep.
Posted on 12/26/2017
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