repeating
itself / myself
these bone-weary
histories are
beautifully bleak,
colors fading
before mine -
yours now
epilogue vision.
progeny passes
and I become so,
sitting on legacy of
crumbled stones.
piece them together.
don't forsake dreams:
they are refuge.
they sustain.
they color histories
beyond reason.
you come to mind,
defying reason, too.
© 2013 Rick Burnett Baker
Whew! Thank God for the color of dreaming to overcome the bleak, the bone-weary and the crumbling.
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