Bags…
stuffed full with dreams
packed in the night
—waiting for dawn
(Dreamsleep: August, 2021)
- Author: Kurt Philip Behm ( Offline)
- Published: August 25th, 2021 08:59
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 11
- Users favorite of this poem: L. B. Mek, Lauraš»
Comments2
'tickets for an escape shelter
in the middle of a deserted, cloud
wings spread wide, son by my side
and I warn him endlessly, knowing
he's tired of my voice
'not too, high
nor too low
keep your dreams, sailing
in that middle, where
you'll find safety, hiding
in amongst, the majority herd'...
as Aurora, opens the gates
I check our wax layers
one last fateful, time!'
(what can I say my friend
your brilliance has inspired me again
actually your write, originally took me
to Tracy Chapman's song 'Fast Car')
'You got a fast car
I want a ticket to anywhere
Maybe we make a deal
Maybe together we can get somewhere
Any place is better
Starting from zero got nothing to lose
Maybe we'll make something
Me, myself, I got nothing to prove
You got a fast car
I got a plan to get us outta here
I been working at the convenience store
Managed to save just a little bit of money
Won't have to drive too far
Just 'cross the border and into the city
You and I can both get jobs
And finally see what it means to be living'
No one is as artful a commentator as you.
Thanks again
Kurt
Kurt,
ā¦and the light shall guide you!
Lauraš»
Amenā¦ thank you Laura
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