Visions Play

Submerged in ghosts
of futures passed away
Lost within the dreams
of all that might have been

He walks the streets
as tumbleweed is blown
into the sacred space
of his enclosure

as these visions play
within his mind
encompassing his heart
as soul begins to speak its tales

of the lost of long ago
that seek to be revived
within these lives
of greater scope

reaching for awareness
in entirety of form
of knowledge of this now
that is born again so long ago

Could it really be
that it was only yesterday . . . ?
Or could it be that now
right now
it's happening again. . . ?


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