Times cannot remember.. was it dream or flesh.. gray day in September.. look away.. next hill comes..different faces.. carried to each scene.. true love carried.. to the from..
Superhero costumes from my dreamland.. conversations with folks never met.. afterlife Einstein had ‘it seems land’.. he thought spirit life a well hedged bet..
Angels in the sky from movie’s image.. powered by a force I cannot say.. laughter of my friend that sober evening.. the night when angels gave me cause to pray..
As I know half what is.. is what seen.. wanted.. comfort in the head.. a nymph.. an ancient.. men of letters writing.. search goes on for that golden thread..
Your looking-glass image all I promise.. glide.. in peace your free easy mind.. one shining truth.. you are.. a solid.. searching.. leave petty evil harmful things behind..
Thought.. I thank those of you who read and comment.. unfortunately they wind up in SPAM.. I have tried to answer.. they are sent back.. so again.. thank you for your comments.. and likes.. Peace Tony