dreaming of Irish girls (sepia draft)
the moment i saw her
she haunted my mind,
a vision in sepia,
with color implied,
and pupils still dancing
in league with her smile
like she was still breathing -
- not frozen in time.
it left me to wonder
what must it be like
to bear such a hunger
and shine such a light?
i wanted to ask her
what lingered inside -
- what flame lit the pilot
that shone in her eyes.
in dreams i still travel
through decades gone by
to beg for an answer
she’ll never confide;
she only informs me
it’s no good to try,
however i chase her,
she’ll never be mine.
fugitive dreams
we strain to preserve
the thoughts slipping our minds
just before the dawn
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