Dreamers

Dreamers often wake to sunsets...
Losing the day to silent admiration of perfect thought

The wind of inspiration felling upon them like dust off the shoes of gods

We are but weary travelers
Walking... demanding sweet utopian life
Our dreary eyes, pale with slumber as we wake

dusk awashes us in starlight
our mothers beckoning us home
one last trip to the candy store, cleansing our desire for vice

and now
it is spring that pearches us on the shores streaching toward summer
the trees bowing, alive with the wieght of their pregnant branches
another endless winter has surrendered

it is time to walk the path amongst shattered street lights turned lightning bugs
a warm wind crashes waves as the moon turns tides, and dances lightly upon the empty ocean

--------Original Poetry by Author J. Montefusco