some day

out there
in the fog
of tomorrow
decisions waiting
a changed direction
changed intention
some where
or what is calling
from the distance
the voices
captured by night
stepping out into
day with
hope dreams
again tug
pull your being
like a string
of pearls you wear
and bite off
once at upon a time
such faraway land
horizon lines
just a smudge
at first that lingers
the days into
dreams of solid
dry land where
blue skies cry softly
speak such
loving words
under pink
cotton sheets
caresses the hope
to rise again

cotton candy clouds

Photography by: Maysa Peterson

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