Cliffside trail..



Day before in David’s back yard talk of laws and fate.. said inner ‘decency’.. none can legislate..

Rabbit trail along cliffside.. narrow.. it will do.. on a cliff in memory.. to dream of days with you..

In a long forgotten dream from Lennon.. Paul.. in fall.. in pretense our meaning was not what they meant at all..

Passing time made it real.. when we dared to look.. how it was.. to how we feel.. no law.. preacher or book..

Chains greased then slip released back to their social docks.. memory a dream beyond money lost love.. clocks..  

Live it for the zillionth time.. love in dream is true.. how it could have been if free.. the love I shared with you..

Thought.. ‘memory set to dream are beyond apology.. beyond the social weight that conquered in that time.. a love.. a friendship.. still.. love good may be kept eternal.. from the ashes of  social ruin.. it remains’..

Peace Tony



About cryinforthedyin

I write philosophy and poetry. I postulate solutions for problems..I find similiar things in history to compare to present day, hoping to find a solution to the seemingly difficult task of giving and receiving love. I play music. Blues harp, piano, guitar, electric and acoustic. I sing..I love to sing..Peace Tony
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