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Michael Edwards

PAST DREAMS

 

 

PAST DREAMS

 

In channels long since worn and lost

and damp with dew in lingering light

the truant memories soon return

imbibed the scene and hour in dreams.

 

A place to dance with mystic joy

to notes that rise in furtive winds

ascending the empyrean

where reconstructed worlds reside.

 

Within  the realms of heavens arms

excursive instincts soon foregone

the images with broken wings

fall back to land with early light.