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Silent Steps


Rusty Broadspear

She hears his thoughts playfully swimming

Behind his eyes,

No surprise.

His rich love bowed deep, mysterious

Sweet sensation,


Like a warm flannel draped over her face.

He’s there to find

But she’s blind.

Sleepland images of him kissing her for real,

Soon he’ll reveal.


Slim, slight, small, strong, sledgehammer, memories

Pummel and pound,

Nothing found.

Calling, searching, finding, then disconnects

As fate directs

She reflects.

Blank monitors dance in her eyes, wishing,

Sadness then cries

Whens, ifs, whys.

No clicks or keyboard clatters, zilch matters.

Him, out of sight,

In thoughts bright.

Feel the blighters rock or is it writers block.

New day ahead

To weave a brand new thread.

So she treads the silent stepping stones

‘Cross silken rivulets

Now snuglet warm, dreams to perform

Vanishing regrets.

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