By Jennifer Herbert
The dreams within the blue moon are real,
A spoonful of the truth, the muse and the appeal.
Once risen, they take possession of the tides,
And glisten along summer setting shorelines.
Night skies and tragedies, a reality that lies in lines of hands,
An understanding that time, aligns with fates demands.
Romance; a slow dance of red strands and pain,
A chain of sand, pouring through, like tattered rain.
It scatters in ways; it creates unattainable designs,
And sometimes we hold on to those unforgettable minds.
Our scarlet twine is truly unbreakable, but unstable in this life;
Broken hearted and denied, because our timelines just don’t rhyme.
Copyright© 2020 Jennifer Herbert
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