awareness

Blurry Places

It’s a sense, a poem, a vibration. Stronger, until I run.
Run from dawn, I run to dusk;

Dusk to dawn, to night to days, the inbetween-
So perfect, it is magic.

The little wonder of rain out the blue; explanation exists to see.

Do I see?
What I want to see

Happiest believing in all that tells me they are as they are.
It is what it is.

The closer I look, the wider my vision, the less I see
When reality and make believe blur.

Blurry places make anxious.

I close myself to dream.

IW.

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Little Leaves

Hold me fast
As little leaves
Tell time, tell lies, tell me
Tell tales of old, wise dragons gold
Nights days,
Fill fantoms face.

Breathe my body
Feed my fire
Soften me, my sweet
Tempests taste
Soul embrace
Little leaves, lament.

IW