AGAIN

the big red chair

Again

I started to dream again
Especially when I sleep
The waking ones are clearer
And the REM ones oh so sweet

I started to roar again
Especially when I sing
Some notes are pulled from deep inside
But most are on the wing

I started to scrawl again
On wood and skin and steel
The time has come to bare the soul
And sanctify the deal

I started to believe again
In all we could betray
In all we said and said and said
For finally comes the day

5:27 am 12.18.16

 

 

 

 

  • Author: Chas. (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 20th, 2016 10:08
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 23
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  • Tony36

    Great write

  • Augustus

    Sort of an awakening. Nicely done.



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