To You, To Neverland

The whisper the wind that left behind

Will take me where?

The tired calmness of end January cold

Bringing out the path that’s hazy now.

Breeze not the loneliness making up environ

Of solitary imposed, convicted loneliness.

It’s now hard to remember her face as I was thinking

But, no, the coffer is open and the wind sailing me

To the neverland–once true now seems to be–

Just some random dreams or memories crumpled.

Sangbad

01/24/2017

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