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I hope one day

That you could come back to me.

No more sky gray-

No more breathless waiting


dh 6.29.22


If you need me,

You know, I'll come by

But we all know that

You won't ever catch my ride.


I'm surfing between waves-

You cant catch my board,

But I'll reach for you hand

to try and decipher

if there's any dry land.

[While we're risking to drown

in the rising tides.]


Following the flow,

I will never know,

Just where I'll go, as I'm

Surfing through this vast unknown.


Flickers of people come and go by;

Like passing trees in a train.

Didn't you always say;

[ you liked the view on this ride]?


The currents, I can't control-

It just keeps pushing me by.

But at least now I can balance,

and surf thru the energy ride.


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I’m catching my mind round corners, to caverns I never dream impossible


All within a single thought, a doorway to a better brain wave-


as I wave to her again *goodbye* , to lose it all

and come back another cosmonaut.


I round the corner and down the bend

Down the hill and up the mountain.

I run further into the valley and yet my energies have never felt higher.


I waved to her goodbye, and ran around another corner.

We loose sight of another,

we both feel afraid,

And yet I must round another corner-


If I can glimpse the maze ahead,

I save us both.

If I can find the heart of it- I could be safe,

And I [she] could finally rely on me.


A clockwork happenings,

instead of the chaos in my brain.


She looses me,

To find myself grazing fingers

Through the vivid skies.

And then I am found,

Another pallet to paint with,

That was buried in the ground.


dh 6.17.22

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