Dreams in Red Silk

Shadows of blue silk,
heavy on the worn path.

Moments and fragments
of promise creep in,
with the curious light
as it shines for the world.

Empty hands rattle
cold pockets of change
and memories, hopes
cast out to distances.

Darkness sweeps the earth
clear for bare feet,
feet that search for
their waking dreams.

Heavy on the worn path,
shadows of blue silk.

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