Dreams Of Sandcastles
In The Face Of Reality
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A siren cries outside my window
I wonder how far off they are
Midnights provocative crescendo
In
Moonlights mysterious prison bars
Moments pass, someone to save
As
The clock reminds me time is borrowed
Each day, the cradle to the grave
Now
Filled with wonder, hope and sorrow
Postcards of places far away
Pale in hopes to see tomorrow
Drowned out by wind chimes in the rain
Muffling the silence that will follow
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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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Comments (5)
This was so profound! I enjoyed this so much!
This one has me thinking about what to do and what I have done.
Oh, this is wonderful. Absolutely captivating. Beautifully done 💗
Love your poem
Ask not for whom the sirens blare..., (HIPPA, you know) But do pray for them & all those you hold dear.