bridging lives
there was a voice
pouring from your
lips, a reflection in
your eyes. in me, also,
there are dreams dreamed
and tucked into corners
of skin on my bones,
vision in my years.
what is hidden in the
ages behind your mind,
within your heart, under
shadows of trestle lives -
your journeys by rail, or raft;
by foot or desire? I pause
softly, praying the wind
whispers on distant tracks.
Photo/Poem © 2015 Rick Burnett Baker
All Rights Reserved
oh lovely
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