Tightly Held Dreaming
By Nathan Owens
the rising of the sun beholds a spear of light that pierces through a barred window the anxious boy looks up to see through the sleep many long shadows the new day brings the same like every day previous the life which he grew up was always with hope what he doesn't know can't hurt, i suppose just if he keeps his eyes closed, tightly held dreaming the setting of the sun, another day gone by piercing through his dreams, revealing the darkness there's a pounding on his brain that leaves him warm inside, reminds him where his heart is Written January 27th, 1999 © on Nov 08 2000 03:49 AM PST 0 • 12
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"the rising of the sun..."