Keeper Of The Flame
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 I No Longer Dream

I'm just sitting here. The ink has gone dry within my pen.
It isn't always like this but my mind goes blank now and then.
I need some experiences to jump-start my thinking again,
Or I need more memories to break free inside my head....


No horses run free across the prairie, all are fenced in.
I've not seen a pretty piece of scenery since I don't know when.
No more Arabian Nights, no more shining scimitar of Saracen;
All is grey, all is foggy and I no longer dream when abed....

Light a candle, place it on the sill, attract a thought or two.
Somewhere in the gloom there must be something shining anew.
I keep hoping excitement will suddenly appear out of the blue.
I even eavesdrop on conversations...nothing new being said....


Puzzlement overwhelms me, I am lost and I haven't got a clue.
Personally, I wouldn't even bother reading this if I were you.
Without a doubt, you have much more important things to do.
And disappointing my readers is the thing that I most dread....


December 15, 2013

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