Blue Dream

Posted: January 31, 2014 in Poems
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Two small children

lead a blind old man

(all of whom may be me)

From behind his dark glasses

Drip bright blue tears

The children’s feet do not touch the ground

They speak in voices I can only feel on my skin

As their mouths open light beams out from within

In the light of those mouths I see an eye

Bright blue and crying

The old man begins singing a song

Of opportunities past and gone

Of loves won and lost

The children laugh and dance

Obviously to a different tune

Comments
  1. Reine says:

    Such a surreal and emotional writing. You are like Salvidor Dali with prose. Revealing… yet lingering. Well done!

    • kendown says:

      Wow, thanks so very much. These are all from an ongoing ‘book’ of writings I have kept for many years now. Some will go in directly here, others will get some tuning-up and refreshing.

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