More than Real
Sinking sun bids goodnight.
The real world slips into slumber.
But those who are waking
Are more than real.
I long to step into their world,
But I can only see the edge.
The real cannot fathom the other
But I am slowly fading from real
And already I am more.
Still, how far can I go before I disappear?
-keeper
The real world slips into slumber.
But those who are waking
Are more than real.
I long to step into their world,
But I can only see the edge.
The real cannot fathom the other
But I am slowly fading from real
And already I am more.
Still, how far can I go before I disappear?
-keeper
posted by Miriel at 6:52 PM
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1 Comments:
"are more than real" . . . very nice. I enjoyed the little outing/run-in I had with you and yours at C&DC. It was so wonderful to be able to meet the other lovely poet(and converse with the other lovely people) who shares your "poetry blog"!
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