Time stands still,
waiting for next action.
Action for time,
time passing but in my hands.
Sounds of dreams,
where to go?
Trail of the muted snare,
dream of the bigger sounds.
Open window,
sun making her beautiful way in.
Busy clouds,
slow evening.
Remember crawling under the bushes?
Childhood in the amazing maze?
Digging channels of snowcaves with sis?
Fumbling in the dark bringing no backup light?
Next cave,
next darkness followed by light.
Next cave,
between the bushes in the park.
Where do dreams lead you to?
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