Dream that leans.

Gleams like snow

in the know of lucidity.


Streams as it gleans

knowledge, wisdom, folly.

Rolled out, mixed together. One.


Done from the past, see future.

Put your faith, be present.

Resent not, remember you’re not all you’ve got.


In these times that bind, mindful of the time-

draw but a faint line as life draws distinct

never extinct, clarity of mind.


Submitted as part of One Stop Poetry’s One Shot Wednesday