Dust in dreams

The leaves sticking
To the bottom of my shoes
The sun fading, the sky
Pink, orange, gray, black
I close my eyes
And for a minute, I am slipping
All my weary blues
Pink, orange, gray, black
Turn to dust in dreams

My head, hurting
As I am walking alone
The river sings a song
My reflection, black
It seems to long
For days long gone, or perhaps emerging
But my mind is sewn
My reflection, black
Turns to dust in dreams

But when I walk home
Still on my own
I know nothing is as it seems
Everything I’ve known
Standing alone
Turns to dust in dreams

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