Saturday, June 24, 2017

Invitation to Dream

Photo: Brian Federle 2017, Night Sky

Pain has an element of blank;   
It cannot recollect   
When it began, or if there were   
A day when it was not.   
It has no future but itself,
Its infinite realms contain   
Its past, enlightened to perceive   
New periods of pain.

Emily Dickinson


When I last  saw you
Your eyes danced with joy
and You filled my life
With hope.

But now you’ve gone
beyond my pale sight.

Oh, feel how
the knife twists in my gut!
Oh, weep with me my stinging tears!

Then come with me
as this darkness descends,

and together,
Let us dream.

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