Untitled Oh about 30 years ago

Bells of tubular shape,
hanging by twine,
sounding and flashing in the distance.

They twinkle, those lights.

Gazing down I stare at,
a flickering candle.
Trying to peer into it.
But fading casually,
into one of your worlds.
Perhaps being somewhere you wish.

Someone announces,
that I’m a simple dreamer.
Within an echo I cry no, no.

The bells are fading.
The dreaming seemingly insane.
But as the guitar refrains,
on its final strum.
Go to sleep you.
And dream.

 

 

 

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