You, were not but a dreams companion


Good-bye long sighs
and secret ponderings.
Contemplations and confessions.

Good-bye sweet wonderings
and cheerful imaginings.
Gossamer-winged wistfulness.

Good-bye possibilities
and puzzlements.
Fragile fictions and fantasies.

I can no longer linger.
Balanced on his finger.

It’s time to wake from this dreaming.

“If we shadows have offended,
Think but this, and all is mended,
That you have but slumber’d here
While these visions did appear.
And this weak and idle theme,
No more yielding but a dream,”

Published by Bexley Benton. (Pen name)

I am B (call me BB and I will gut you) I like daisies, books, and men who understand the wisdom of Kermit the Frog.

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