BACK TO MY DREAMS

 Decades have flown like pages in a book.

Too thin to resist.

Onward to the last page.

Why bother but skim?

Now it's  back to my dreams

When as a youth I did think my words could adorn walls of a book.

And?

And I could labor in my thoughts and emotions.

Perhaps make a few coins from my love

Passion and devotion!

Somewhere along the way I lost my way.

I sent my dreams into exile.

Some brutes would send them to the gallows.

I would rather execute my plot

Not kill them.

So I write what I feel.

What I am.