You shared my bed
heard my thoughts
            unknown price
           no share of cost
Leverage a clarity
             only you know
Where will it take you
Where will    I go
       Cannot step back
            or move ahead
truth or trust
   uncommon threads
Victim of a dream
  eyes now stare back
awake for a fragment
     a little known past
Barely a season
   winter’s sweet frost
       lovers taken
                wisdom lost

© 2013 j.g. lewis

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