Poetry

I saw the boy

 between worlds

Waiting 

to be found.

She came to me 

in my deepest of sleep

Words without sound.
I saw him sitting on the bench

 head bowed in his hands.

I saw her balancing on the fence 

behind the pasture land.

He danced around the fire 

singing a language  

only I could understand.
You cannot see them 

I know this now

As I know you’d call them a lie.

They come to me 

so I’ll wait with them 

to step into the light.

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