Sigh
By Thomas Herr
Like a reflection on a clear pane of glass before me.
Consumed by such projection
I dismiss
All logic
In favor
Of
A
Dream
Like a reflection on a clear pane of glass before me
Life floats before me faintly
Images
and kisses
Picking tears
From
My
Cheeks
Sigh
Like a spirit passing through warm dense fog
Like a hazy reflection on the windshield
Like an image of what is not there
Like a ghost of a nervous rabbit
Like the King of Ice Cream, I am not.
For I see too much through tears.
Sigh
I have been invaded.
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Wow. I like this. very... lyrical.
ReplyDeleteGood piece. Keep up the good work. - J.D.
ReplyDeleteThank you very much guys. This is one of many that I've been working on that have been sitting as scribbles on a page for a long time. Hopefully there will be more soon...appreciate your kindness.
ReplyDeleteVibrant and passion-filled
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