Tanner Brockwell

my own
by tanner brockwell

my own
dreams come
true
enough or more
that when the dawn
crept silent
but for rustled feathers
of larks in slumber
dreamed of flight
when soared
or sleep
were that flux
the tender foot
upon a green pasture
rolling to the brook
that dappled with crystals
clearer than it seems
any diamond could ever shine
for slept in slumber
could wake to find
the world wakes anew

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strayed from paths we’re on
by tanner brockwell

strayed from paths we’re on
footstep fast step
in and out the weave
a murmuring crowd
for thoughts in motion
thoughts aloud
passed from lips
past lingered trips
past the long long way
the night is new and so the day
for past these steps
passed this way
where stars and moon
for sailing so
the quieting
the kiss of slumber
the dark of time
that lowering
fell on lids
and lips
that fluttered brief
the pulse and sigh
and stumbled once
before we fly

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