Dreams
Resurrect little vignettes
of what once was a reality.
Dreams sometimes
became the reality of one’s life.
Dreams have longed
waned, become shadows of a man,
a man slipping
into the ether, the reality of emptiness
as he sits on the
bench, observing life through windows,
of life passing
by, most of, gone in the blink of an eye.
Reminiscing of
days, adventures following so many sun rises.
Only today, to
become journeys for this son’s setting,
over the beauty,
the darkness, the heart aches, over the joys
as surrealistic visions
shine upon a long and checkered career.
One wonders just what
awaits at the end of this long, decaying pier
as he traverses
the last path, the long winding road, as he comes near.
B. J. “A ” 2
November 6th
, 2019
