London Poem: Day 95

20 November

How dreams weave, interconnected
In thought, swirling in quiet
Desperation to be justified,
Because thought, as it is our own,
And still not, needs to know
It is not alone.
Mark this, swift wishing
And share it –
Pass it back and forth
So it no longer calls itself
One, but a pair.
Thought is a soft wind,
And dreams are what delivers
It to each individual
So it is caught in thin
Clutches and recognized,
to be sent off to the next.
Dreams belong to all of us,
To share and send on,
Just to let us know,
We are not alone.


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