by stillcrazy

Created on: November 05, 2008

Country Porch

I left my dreams

on a country porch,

dancing inside sun stained boards

to a wild moon's song,

whispering silly secrets to

lazy June crickets,

cuddling arm in arm with rainy clouds,

dreaming only of me in winter's dead silence,

weeping for the breath once shared

with a young girl in a whitewashed swing,

nighttime poetry mumbled unhurried

into the gold of a midday sky.

We did everything together those lonely years,

my dreams and I.

Time came, took me far.

I dream of the dreams

left dancing inside the sun stained boards,

wondering if anyone ever found them.

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