unexpected reappearance of pragmatic sentiment

title courtesy of this place

mother

I am half way between
Where I was
And where she is now.

I dreamt of temporal displace
While she dreamt of dancing in blue.

I shall not become her
But she has molded me
And if I arrive where she now stands

I may dare to dream of dancing in color.

11.01.08 / 01.03.2025

evolving reappearance of unique idealism

Title courtesy of this place.

 Coughs.  Clears throat.

Damn.  It's dusty in here!