Dreams of Why and Will


I sleep and dream

of purple skies

and ships heading into

pink-licked light.

If whispers above blue rocks—

a symphony of when and after


~the storm stops~


we are still together,

in love

with an upbeat,

fiddlers on a roof.

Let us not ask why,

but play music of we will.


The Oracle made me work, but she gave me a puente.

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