the way (2)
we live suspended
by a thread of gossamer thin whispers
passionate, angry breaths
curling in from unexpected caverns
of imagineered infinities
that somehow turn up
like notes in a bottle
unexpected bridges fall
smashed to smithereens by
advancing troops of light shards
spearing dreams of the yester people
dotting the dusky sky
a milky way of disavowed affections
broken marriages and lost friendships
here and there a few golden sparks of love..
shine brighter than a sun
raining hope on each of us
more welcome than
dew on a parched leaf
or fairy dust on a christmas eve
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