Sweet Dreams

I never found a companion that was so companionable as solitude. - Thoreau

frozen in a mellifluous, buttery tickle of time

keeping a confectionary, cadence whilst hearts and souls boasted of newfound wealth

rhythmic hands shuffled soft, well-worn drums

steel strings sang of fragile, caressing love

nimble, shortened fingers their master

as a steely voice cut above golden sunshine

desperate, trembling hands reached out to turn volume knobs

righteous, wooden fences and lonely, well-rooted trees stood ever upright

to play the jingle of heaven's song

punctuating, prudently and proudly

forever loudly

we held each other

swaying in passion's trance

as angels laughed and danced in righteous, joyous taciturnity

in well-spent nuances of a distant, seemingly unreachable eternity

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Author's Note

"If a man does not keep pace with his companions, perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer. Let him step to the music which he hears, however measured or far away." - Thoreau