Yesterday - A Poem

Yesterday
A book
An empty shelf
Shroud of dust
Left behind
So long ago.

Another self?

We meet
Greet
Aware Divine
Silver thread spun fine
Sensed more than seen
Intuitively surmised lacking

Substance?

Something real defined
No doubt
Trembling hand
Reaches
Opens
Lingering sense of me

Inspired?

Shared within
A treatise
My Little Book of Love
In child's hand
Dust brushed away
Trust rising

A link?

Innocence
Lost
Recognized key
Unlocks dark places
Child within
Who knew

Love?

Look

Nothing
Turn

Disbelief

Turn turn turn

Empty pages

All?

All
She believed
Love would fill a book
But not a word
Not a word
She knew no more of love than I.

Surprised?

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Death of Dreams - A Poem

I threw away
Yesterday
Things I thought were me.
Letters of appreciation
Pictures showing recognition
Records of successful deeds
Certificates
Thick as weeds
Growing wild in garden now forgotten
No longer tended
Fruits all rotten
To the very core of each.

Still I reach
Grope
Seek
Don't find
Meaning.
Blind
I cannot see
Something left of me
Something-not that trash
Burnt quickly to an ash-
Something
Meant
Only to inspire.

Longing.
An other dream?
Tired
I dare not dream
Dare not sleep.
Death of Dreams
Means
Agony
Screams
Wait impatiently.
Be free.
Dare to dream.

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