Seeking.
Aren't we all?
The place where the heart is drawn
Looking past the day-to-day
for the life imagined
when imagination trumped big
trumped small
Endless fun, adventure
love, joy
Endless summers, salt water dreams
Swimming, surfing, sun, breeze
And friends to share the hours of light
Friends to sing with in the night
Who stay true
... And dreams
The place where dreams intrude on the day, today
Not shoved away - forgotten until reminded
as they crash their way
through fogs of time:
to stand,
solid
before what our eyes can see
to show us what it meant to be
before,
buried by time and life,
we cowered and became
what we are.
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