I Stay
Hold your memories of me
In this distant place,
Between truth and hope.
Between thought and sleep.
A place that only we know.
A place that only we can reach.
You will find me there,
For I have yet to leave,
And will forever remain,
A dream without an end.
A memory without a home.
I stay,
Adrift,
Awaiting your slumber.
posted by T Owen Stark at 6:18 AM
2 Comments:
I love this - the images are beautiful
I feel as if I have just walked within subdued quiet - only to hear your poetry whisperd upon the wind.
so very nice, Tom....beautiful imagery...
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