Rendezvous Amongst the Pines (poem)


i dreamt

on shifting sands

of mountain tops

as chill wind blew

clouds blazing hue

i ran

green tufts springing

hillsides rolling

voices drifted

down the valleys

down ditches


i rejoiced

spirits soaring

bounding over

towering pines


adrift on clouds


in frenzied haze

the tide

rising crept upon the sands

scaling the hills

flooding the mead

and lolling plain

dreams slowly crumbling

ebbing away


in the black swirling waters

pulling the heavens down

i lie

in depthless ocean

a vortex of nothingness

strained visions

of darkness


onto grains of sand.


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