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Walkin’ whisper dreams

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Walk me soft stepping rhythm

Someone sees shifting soft

Times worth knowing

Chanting up the drive

Walkin’ whisper dreams

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Sadness fades early morning’s

Hinting sun blooms shape shifting

Love dancing on the bridge sings

Hope comes rising

Walkin’ whisper dreams

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Deep bass drives soul center true

Treble ripples  surface waters

Waves split blue gray white

Spread grains of sand walkers

Walkin’ whisper dreams

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Dreams knocking on distant doors

Where secrets still hidden

Beg for freedom’s freedom

Beyond history’s call I’m

Walkin’ whisper dreams

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Did you ever believe

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Canted dreams edge the sky

Morning rain dimples ponder pond

He turns quick away the dream unfolds

Softly mourns the unspoken

Did you ever believe

 

His word set down strong

Bolted hard fast firm solid

All his stark stride moving

Slips past shadowed hopes

Did you ever believe

 

Buckle down mister boy

Shackled hearts histories abound

Silent vapor trails weave unheard

Hoped for rhythms all gone now

Did you ever believe

On a distant floor

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Seen her sweat shuffle moves down Main Street way sending

Smiles warm blasting hearts dizzy buckling knees she strides on

Seen her in the car just passing head spins sideways catching rainbows

Glancing sunlight ricochets off her eyes for me she drives on

Seen her skirt swirl as she turns dancing free of worries

On a distant floor in the world no more she moves on

Last night smiling in all the best made dreams

I woke up in the chill cold still of morning

No lights on

For the likes of this lad

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Stone bone weary sadness buckles my days  stumbles my nights

No use dreaming like I just done did again never

Learnin’  sunshine days visit  but never stay

For the likes of this lad

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Wounded hearts bleed from wounded souls starving still

Love’s last chance offered by splayed fingerhands breaking

The sweat stained life’s killing habits leaves only darkness

For the likes of this lad

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Warm sun mornings hint dreams worth dreaming

Muscled legs standing back straightens tears wiped clear

Birds sing jewels into the morning air joyous

For the likes of this lad

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Leavin’ no song unsung poem unread dream undreamed

Leavin’ no hug  no kiss  no touch unfelt

Leavin’ no chance untried no love unloved no breath undrawn

For the likes of this lad

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That is All

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Who am I to claim notice now?
Am I more then Dickinson
Van Gogh and others?
I am not more
Only the same

And that is all

I am here now always
To move the pen who
Turns me loose
On the page
In the open

And that is all
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