listening to the cold
winds blow o’er the snows of
great dispense zephyrs cramped
in yearning like reminiscence
wrapped in dreams who
forever have been
the dusky
themes
& are
never
satisfied
characteristic
of an alien guide into

things of tasteless camaraderie
where into nights they saunter turning
dawns to awful dread my days are in the
waking to the trails my life has tread yet
into seas of quaking dreams I gait
with amble stride daylight
stands between us
but between
just you
and I

dreams
won't be denied