Configured Dream
Silver hue
stardust spreads
night turns blue.
On forest’s faint pathway
rustling leaves stir darkness
dust of dream flies away
to where my footprints go
rests in obscurity
covering my shadow.
I meander through forest at night
breathing the mystique mist lying low
the stars bring your glimmer to my sight.
The rising sun lifts a bright dawn new
the horizon blossoms in colors
I see pure patina flash on you
as you embrace me with gleam of grace
my yearning configures into dream
its image I find etched on your face.
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July 4, 2021
Contest : A 3-6-9 Poem
Sponsor : Emile Pinet
January 12, 2022
Brian Strand Contest A Strand (1050)
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