Imprint

I look up at the blue sky

The clouds are wispy

Forming images and concepts

I see a goat, a temple

And a sword all within one glance.

What could that mean?

I wake up from a dream.

At first its fuzzy

Then a scene is set

Straight out of Hollywood

I wonder if that’s me being

Double crossed

She laughs her hearty laugh

She tells me how I make her laugh

And then almost as quickly,

her eyes turn grey and sad

I suspect it’s me that

made her so.

Our minds work overtime in trying

To rationalise the randomness of life

We love to join dots

We seek answers,

resolutions

and guiding imprints.

Sometimes, there are no answers.

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