Black Poetry : Bridge of Dreams

Dior Robynsonne

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We met
under the bridge of
the past.
She spoke to me
and her breath
flowed like time.
She addressed me
as Soulstar
and I called her
Infinity.
We grooved for a minute,
reminiscing over times past
and what could have been.
she blushed and I
looked around.
From where we started
to where we are now
seemed so transparent and fake.
We gazed at the sky like
it was a window into the
world we wanted to exist in.
She turns to me,
I fall into her stank.
We revitalize and jive.
Foxy kisses me and prepares to part.
"Wait a minute you never answered my question."
I say.
She continues to walk away,
I stand with the stars,
eclipsing my day and
realization floats around me like steam,
as I see that this was only a dream
from fate's stream.

Copyright 2004 Anno Domini/ "Earth's Wynne" Publishing
~Dior X. Robynsonne
 

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