The beginning of each dream, like your hand in mine— A shower of humans, or meeting in the forest, but then, you—just you! (If so) I know the stars are real, and earth has islands of Heaven. Sometimes I bleed too much, realizing how mortal— Awake from the perfect dream, drowsy though afraid. I people the world with artistic aims, building another day with you.
About the Poet:
Timothy Resau’s poems, essays, & fictions have appeared internationally in Ephemeral Elegies, Paddler Press, Defuncted Journal, New Pop Lit, ZiN Daily, Discretionary Love, Fictional Cafe, Alternate Route, Front Porch Review (photos), Origami Poems Project “Z”, a Micro-Clapbook, Poetica, Beautiful Space, Lothlorien Poetry, e.ratio, Superpresent, Better than Starbucks, KGB Bar Literary Journal, Decadent Review,among others. Find him at www.words-by-tim.com & Timothy Resau (@Timothy Resau) / Twitter
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