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Apr 21, 2008
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Dimes
Dimes are falling from the stars tonight
Tiny pieces of silver
Tiny tickets for dreams
The world is out tonight
Beneath the stars,
Zealously receiving the gifts
Blindly collecting the silver
I'm inside, at the window
Hot tea in hand
Watching, sardonic grin upon my face:
Don't they know the dimes turn to stardust in the morning?
I turn away from the absurd melee
Sit and open a favourite volume
A favourite volume of recorded dreams;
I will visit the stars tomorrow night
When their silence can be heard.
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Tiny pieces of silver
Tiny tickets for dreams
The world is out tonight
Beneath the stars,
Zealously receiving the gifts
Blindly collecting the silver
I'm inside, at the window
Hot tea in hand
Watching, sardonic grin upon my face:
Don't they know the dimes turn to stardust in the morning?
I turn away from the absurd melee
Sit and open a favourite volume
A favourite volume of recorded dreams;
I will visit the stars tomorrow night
When their silence can be heard.
**********
Comments
Calliope
18 years ago
Personally I liked it
Alobar
18 years ago
I’m glad you’re behind
Jonathan Moore
18 years ago
A delightful read
Alobar
18 years ago
I read re-read, and I agree.
Barbara Writes
18 years ago
Delightful Reading
Alobar
18 years ago
I suspected after I posted
Marius Surleac
18 years ago
wonderful perspectives...
Alobar
18 years ago
Silence is one of the most