my rambling poetry

                    photographic dreams
                    and everything in between
                    the precious
                    and intense
                    inches
                    separating us

                    until I stretch out before you
                    and muster deepest beauty
                    all I have is these last
                    few fleeting weeks
                    in which to remember waiting
                    in which to cherish persistance
                    and want
                    in which to write out in rambling
                    poetic verse however terse it may tend to be
                    the parts of me that seldom acheive
                    actuality but desire so deeply to be

                    these last few weeks
                    i've been anticipating
                    and full of hope and waiting
                    fears and wishes captivating
                    tiptoeing through my dreams
                    cast in shadow and light
                    captured in photographic clarity
                    the moments in which we will catch ourselves living
                    tiptoeing through my dreams
                    these last few weeks

                    this is the stuff of great cinema
                    this is the stuff of love songs and blockbuster summer hits
                    this is the stuff of diaries
                    this is the stuff of stories whispered
                    this is the stuff of dreams
                    you wish you'd never wake from

                    aiming to put down tune in write out
                    in rambling poetry
                    the feeling of months gone by
                    the intensity of a moment looked forward to
                    the way the sunset and the subtle breeze
                    freeze
                    and the moment is anything but gone forever

                    pretense cast to the wind and turned into an amusing prop
                    the majesty and hijinx of an aimless sunday walk
                    photographic memories of events not yet come to pass
                    pale skin blue sky black lace in the grass
                    rambling poetry ramble on
                    attempt to tell the stories
                    of dreams that haven't seen their dawn
                    rambling poetry ramble on
                    weave anticipation illustrate and ramble on

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