passe…

now
i know
it’s not fashionable
but
i’m holding on
to
my old
moth-eaten
frayed
and
ragged dreams
i don’t need
any
fancy fantasies
nor
do i want to be
weighed down
by
all
the depressing
shenanigans
coming
from
the white house
i want to continue
to believe
that
this is a country that cares
not only
for its own self-interest
but
for the human rights
of
all men and women
regardless
of
race,
religion
color
creed
or
sexual orientation
you see
i’m
an american
with
the old
true
american dream

 

recurrent…

we linger in dreams
quite aware
the new day has begun
for
sounds of morning
intrude upon
our lover’s conversation
that
conversation
that was
never held
nor
that gentle embrace
an embrace
we refuse to surrender
as light
nudges us apart
too soon
the spell of night
is gone
and
the new day
with its
demands
of
our consciousness
begins to erase
all traces
of the dream
but
at the end of the day
we rush
to keep
an unknown
appointment