The dreamer

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You’re spinning dreams

candy floss & roaring steed

 

a carnival of light:

 

dreams that stretch

a spider’s web of themes

 

to land in shamrocks

at my door.

 

I’m hiding here

beneath this autumn’s

 

bare branch, all the gold

the glitter gone, you leave

 

a sequin on my cheek

each time we speak

 

you make me smile

remember beaches

 

framed by frangipani flower:

 

& so I laugh

to hear your voice

 

on wind – torn night

I listen still

 

in the still darkness

of owl time, a waft

 

a weft, attached by

sugar dreams

 

to lull me in my sleep

to dream of ‘’we’’.

 

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