Preservation

rebmasters

When you’re not here,
but secretly squirreled away
in your snug drey;
nesting,
waiting,
trying,
endlessly creating;
are you immersed in preserving
what exists between us?
Are you trying to prolong
the marvelous, magic moments
that flow
downstream 
& that keep us buoyant?
Can it be done?
Is it all fairy dust
stuck in our eyes?
If it is then
I never want to wake again

  • Author: rebmasters (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 21st, 2021 03:22
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Coyote

    Ah, such beautiful sentiment. I wouldn't want to wake either๐Ÿ™‚

    • rebmasters

      Thank you - I am being disgustingly romantic at the moment โค

    • Caring dove

      Beautiful words ๐Ÿ™‚๐Ÿ™‚ like your style of writing

      • rebmasters

        Thank you very much โค



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