Deep in tumble weed of mind
dreams form: in sleep
I catch the eagle’s flight

glide on gossamer wings of dawn
learn to forget.

Perception of lost time
cold of winter storm
I’ve left them far behind.

You lost in city lights
wonder where we’ve gone

Here the spring sleeps
hope forces bud through
solid ground

pale opal promise .

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