somewhere

we bore the silence of the ocean.
we stretched our legs at the
rough surface of sands.

the sky above us is mad.
our deep dreams are gathered
somewhere in the space beyond.

a roar of the wild is heard
from afar. no sun can warm
us in the dark of the night.

 

2019

About chester maynes

poet, and a lover of music and books.
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