Friday, April 19, 2013

Old Women

There was a dream forest in her head
Strong and tall dreams
Old and rooted
Always there to give shelter
Climb and pretend
Way up high in dream land

Some dreams came true
Only to be taken away
One blow (razor sharp emotion)
Others slow death (wood rot, change)
Endlessly wandering halls sleeping
Lost and searching

Now the dream forest is bare
Except for the ghosts
Playing their tricks and life the artist
Painting its shadows
Drawing her towards
The gallery within

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