A Dreamer With A Long Memory   2 comments

Desert Sunset — Image by kenne

I’m a dreamer with a long memory—
I walk through moments folded in time,
where shadows hum with voices

and stars recall my name.

I’ve touched the bark of vanished trees,
heard lullabies in desert wind,
held hands with what has not yet come,
and wept for what has always been.

The past is not behind me—
it sleeps beneath my feet.
The future glows like firelight
in every face I meet.

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  1. Thank you, Kenne, for the beautiful poem with a deep meaning!

    Joanna

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