Our Man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix: "DWEAMING!"
(dedicato: Sylvia in Freiburg-Germany)
...DWEAMING when U R DWEAMING, do U DWEAM just like I DWEAM, like U? Dweaming, with a hiccup or a lisp, how do we spell DREAM, do we brew?
Is your BLUE liking my Blue, is your TRUE too, do U stare...into that Orient from which no voyager cares to say?
R U dreaming in your twilight R U dreaming under the sun? R U dreaming, devil-DWEAMING of the life it has become?
The DEVIL takes your Life/rattles U around like a Ragdoll! The Gods in heaven too, little sympathy! As for fortune & fame...only the brutal & lame, by chance make it through?
DWEAMING, a last resort. A Poem personal & true to embrace, a comfort for a Winter's Day, a dream, a dream of U. Dreaming. Dreaming. Dreaming!!!!
c.2025. dave delacroix.
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