How long can we hold
dreams that are ephemeral?
Cobwebs of fragile strings,
loaded down
by the frigid wetness of lives
One gust of wind,
And tumbling twisting rivers,
carry with them images
Scraped from two hearts
molten in the heat of two souls,
shaped into the name of our joy
How long can we talk?
In a screaming epoch?
Like crystalware amidst broken roofs,
And walls threaten imminent collapse.
Weighed and lofted into eternity,
and then gently settling amongst our daily routine,
Words that you said
and what ever I heard.
Together it may seem moments,
fleeting in formation of years
and heaps of syllables written in these books.
How long can we hold?
How long can we talk?
dreams, whisper.
Ever colliding into,
our definite daily lives.
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