I’m having that dream again
Filthy glass encased in
An art nouveau prison
Hairline fracture and
A curiously large shard missing
Army green eyes aim their crosshairs
At target completely unknown
I reach out with cautious hands
To gently wipe away the
Blue turned to grey
Frustrated at the deep dirt
I strike the mirror with my palm
A hairline crack creeps downwards
Nothing works
The glass insists on teasing me
I punch it causing it to shatter
Another crack
Another shard falls
I wake up with a start
Art nouveau frame hugs a
Gleaming mirror basking
In the new day’s sunlight
Birds distant song and the
Whisper of the trees
Soothe my already calm mind
The glass is clear
No cracks
Or gash inducing shards
Oh weary dreams how
You taunt me with opaque nonsense
What are you insistent on revealing
Suddenly it becomes clear
Like the glass in my real-time view
My videogame discs are
Scattered around like shards
Scratched as though cracked
Need to be cleaned and
Placed in the safety of their cases
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Thank you for the beautiful words, and music.
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My pleasure and thank you so much 🌻
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🙂
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razza ma nazz jazz like son tom too . over and over. his mummy s bday she left me to day 1997. nazareth mcafferty crazy! a suitable cause. yes!
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This truly is a masterful verse. I have read and reread many times now and will do so many times over. Mouse, so many of your works stand out to me and for so many reasons. However, this may well be my favourite. Beautiful channeling of dark energy, with one eye upon the light and a clear line of sight. Bravo.
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That means so much to me Lion thank you. It’s at first glance gloomy but as you said, has an eye on the light. This piece appeared from nowhere and I’m pleased I emptied it onto paper. And thrilled it’s your favourite 💖
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