DREAM STATE
By Eddie J. Porter
As the sun rose upon the fragrant dew in the newness of the morn,
Concealed, it's eternal secret closed, and yes, closely guarded against
Prying eyes
Winter will surly taste Spring ...
She knows the glow of Summer as sure as the twang of a bow string
whispers, Completing the circle provoking another cycle
"A picture is worth a thousand words", a phrase Recognized the world over
Please, tell me ...
Whose pen was it that saw the Dream? Whose mind articulated it's
essence? Upon whose screen did the Gods see fit to awaken the sweet slumber?
I surmise that we've all been there, held in awe. In awe of what our
senses were telling us. Teaching us. Leading us.
Surprisingly we're being good students. "Pigs and puppy dog tails" ...
Instead, we're Living. Liquid. Moving.
She's sleek. Sublime. Provocative.
We stop here ... Least we find ourselves swept away!
DREAM STATE
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