Imagination whispers in the dark 

Finding my dreams 

Near windswept oceans 

Where time isn’t counted or kept 

Where I go backwards again 

To that unfinished short story 

That disappearing world 

That big sky 

So blue and blinded and broken 

A sunset put on pause 

A midnight never remembered 

To write out—to write away—the years 

To talk until we run out of words 

Only to find new ones 

(2-25-2024)