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Waking Dream
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soul drifter Senior Member
since 2004-09-08
Posts 711Colorado |
Waking Dream Lost along the nightly precipice of my waking dream far beyond the song I have chased from the trembling throat of the highway I am feeling out the dark elephant skin of hoped-for America and wished-for truth and the presence of long fought-for freedom so many voices from so many places have called for with uncommon fervor following that shining, arching stream I feel it is near no matter where my restless head turns looking across this massive land getting smaller by each day the distances between friendly hands and hearts widen by the hour seemingly insurmountable but are those not our footsteps on the moon? Are these not the names of our brethren upon the many white crosses and stars that dot Normandy green? Let us be Icarus or let us be Superman I want to feel the fire again Lost along the nightly precipice of my waking dream I am trying to see that this painting is never really done new colors are added every day. “Outside of a dog a book is man's best friend. Inside of a dog, it's too dark to read”—Groucho Marx |
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Lori Grosser Rhoden Member Patricius
since 2009-10-10
Posts 10202Fair to middlin' of nowhere |
I share your mixed emotions about our great country. Words well put.~L |
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