In the light of the moon
Or shuttered darkness, askew,
Dreams rumble and shimmer anew.

Bottle such up
With a gusto; a sup.
Levitate. Oh how we flew!

Jumbled assortments
Of rhyming contortions,
We clamber and climb to the sky.

Ungracious, unmoving
In this life we are choosing.
The sun sets as the bird calls die

Childlike unaging:
Scratching pencils are paging
A life invigored with soft laughter.

Quietened fire
And starched attire
In a woodland of dreams and wonder.



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