Today is a day of rambling thoughts
greeted by a sunless sky of gray clouds
over snow covered landscapes.
I wondered about something,
then wondered about something else
until my thoughts changed again.
Grasping a lost thought is
like grasping a dream,
they both vanish forever.
A holographic vision
creates a virtual world
that I can not enter.
I stand outside looking in
and play with the thoughts I have
wondering if I or they are real.
I saw and heard a ghost from my past.
She was young and beautiful,
as she was when alive.
I heard her voice.
I saw her smile.
Her hair was blonde.
Her eyes sparkled.
She wore a blue dress.
She smiled her perfect smile.
She said she would stay with me,
but fate is a whimsical thing,and
I am too thoughtless to remember a dream.
L.A.Steel
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