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White Stags

And Promises

By Kelli Sheckler-AmsdenPublished 3 years ago • 1 min read
White Stags
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Voices calling in my head

Of journeys yet to come

I wake to find me here instead

Of where I started from

I wander far down starlit paths

To castles in the air

Where the Milky Way and maybes crash

As moonbeams dance upon my hair

I hold my breath to make it last

Trading wishes for some stardust

Creating dreams of colored glass

Chasing the hope of wanderlust

If only I could stay here

In this world of fantasy

Id give most anything to peer

Deeper into that side of me

But wake I must, from slumber

To make the most of this new day

For the ones I have are numbered

Before again, I’m called away

surreal poetry

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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden

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    Written by Kelli Sheckler-Amsden