AS HOURS CHIME Poem, by nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson), at My poetic side

Surrender
To your eyes
Sparkling blue
To tantalize
In the mists
Of dying dream
Where spirit dwell
So surreal.

The strangers faces
Upon an unknown street
Passing by
Never to meet
The grinding stones
Under sweet footfall
From sleepers hopes
Wishes tall.

Those gentle eyes
Closed long ago
Yet still in dream
A candles glow
A fairy wish
Upon fabric time
I dream a dream
As hours chime.

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