Poem #3

In my dreams, I am searching for an illusion that hastens into a bronze sun.

I feel the burning insult of heat pulling me and sending the view into a jiggered ripple.

It escapes to the receding dunes,

Vanishing from the fervent sky.

The scene purrs awake eagles dispersing the illusion into the clouds,

Dimming them slowly into a fresh dream.


About ingridfalconi

I'm a married mother of three and a published author.
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