Theme: Fantasy

Thrift Shop Fantasy

There among the musty scented
racks of used clothing
and the faded charms of old knick-knacks
I saw the wilderness rise to meet her
in the gray and bare perfumed sky
that left it's greeting everywhere
and I did not dare to breathe.

Her face is bright as faces on the moon
and I, listening like wheat to wind
longing for communion
left in a snow of falling flowers

Floating down
feeling more alone than lovers
leaving behind the used
and dusty empty chairs.


More By  :  Bernie McCann

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