Wednesday, 20 July 2011

Silver Hands

Dreams whisper
their silver misty hands
beckoning you back
whisperings words
of their world
which the ears
strain to catch.

They manage
the odd phrase
as the brain drifts 
back in to a daze
the words gently 
sink in 
like a blossom
resting on a tree
pictures form
as those silver hands
pull you back in. 

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