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The Wayfarer's Dream
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Distance shortens every step Seeking visions quite unseen He walks in sand of ankle depth With quicksand drawing underneath Underneath his aching feet Precious life disappears Each staggered inch becomes a foot and every yard seems out of reach Reach beyond your weariness For yesterday was filled with sorrow Use another ounce of strength Lift yourself into tomorrow Tomorrow holds no guarantees And desert plains remain unknown The search to find that bitter peace In dreams are better left alone

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Reviewed by Sheila Roy

Reviewed on January 11, 2008

Paul,

You are so talented. This piece inspires, and I love the easy flow of your words. Exceptional imagery here. Keep writing and I'll keep reading!
Sheila

Reviewed by Sara Russell

Reviewed on March 6, 2003

I like this, Paul.... there is an impression of the wayfarer always seeking that extra bit of mystery beyond the horizon, hinted at by the words "visions yet unseen", while "that bitter peace" suggests that he half wants to settle down, yet half dreads it. Or perhaps "that bitter peace" means death... either way, an intriguing poem.... Sara.

Reviewed by Lori Moore

Reviewed on February 25, 2003

Love the ending... they are better left alone... wonderful poetic truth.

Reviewed by Jill Eisnaugle

Reviewed on February 25, 2003

Exquisitely and profoundly beautiful work Paul!
This is fantasic. Keep up the great work.
Jill

Reviewed by Christine Morell

Reviewed on February 25, 2003

Outstanding Paul.
Chrissie

Reviewed by Linda Hill

Reviewed on February 25, 2003

Exceptional write Paul.
At times I feel I'm walking
in quicksand..every step a
struggle and in slow motion.
Excellent!!!

Reviewed by Bhuwan Thapaliya

Reviewed on February 25, 2003

Excellent !!!!

Reviewed by Lady Peg (Reader)

Reviewed on February 25, 2003

Paul,

This is so excellent.
You make it so surreal
peg

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