[144] Filling Voids

Updated: Dec 31, 2022

I wake in dawn, with longing dreams.

Though traveled far against the tide,

fond footprints aren't far behind.

Tick tock goes the clock,

the memories find me, though lost in time

—appearing as shadows against the grind,

filling voids with tender calls,

of perfect moments—designed for now,

and forever left to remind.

I lie in dusk, with longing dreams.

I lie in darkness, and dream the dream.

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