Burnt Paper
My eyes are magnifying glasses focusing
the sunlight of my mind on
to the naked page
Asleep, their story moves
like moonlight across my eyelids’
screen, pale twisting
Shadow of reality but
in day’s dawn they view
once more a world filled anew
With images of love and war
flowers and twisted girders
profusion and confusion
And like two burning arrows
shot from dawn’s arching bow
they burn twin holes
Into the aching page
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© Johnmichael Simon
2012
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