we ever we
on edge turning
forest child lost
her hands her
finger slips
over leaves
over wood
we ever we
can be can be
innocent songs
again—
she cuts she
shadows on wind
shadows on song
of
we ever we
we ever we
share:
we ever we
on edge turning
forest child lost
her hands her
finger slips
over leaves
over wood
we ever we
can be can be
innocent songs
again—
she cuts she
shadows on wind
shadows on song
of
we ever we
share:
7 responses to “we ever we”
It just takes the will to immerse oneself in dreams and memories to make them real.
Lovely piece, Michael.
Thank you for the comment, Chris. 🙏
I wonder at times which is real: what we call life, memories or the dreams. Sometimes, I’m not sure which are “real”. If any.
And what is ‘reality’? I can feel a philosophical debate coming on!
“Reality is the only word in the English language that should always be used in quotes.” ~ Liddy (I think)
Indeed.
So I haven’t been able to “like” any of your new posts unless I’m looking on my mobile reader. Not sure what the issue is, or if that’s by design. But I share as an FYI.
Jetpack is causing no small amount of grief with the site because I refuse to upgrade. I’ll switch that back on now that I got the errors to go away (preventing new posts), but I may eventually go with the new rating system that is outside of the WordPress.com ecosphere.