After years of being a closet writer, my poems started to tell me they wanted to get out more . I have a roving rambling heart myself so I completely understand . Happy travels .

Friday, June 19, 1992

DREAM HERE AND NOW

The here and now of tomorrow's wish
Is the best torture in land of time
The events in which our dreams exist
End up reaching a higher sublime
Than reality that you might not see
But forget all that, come dream with me

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