Treasure Island

Tom Squires

(10/18/1961 / Syracuse, NY)

Into the rain


You were a dream in the waking world, a postcard from the other side, a flourish in the summer rain, a distant note from the sweetest tune. Inclined before your soft request upon our mind we chose the rest of the evening then to linger there with you. We laughed to tears into our beers and spoke our name upon the wind, into our starry night we crossed the tracks beneath the moon, and came upon our little place all lit up with eyes of space. Woman of my dreams do answers flow in heaven's streams? I'll see you where the angels walk the golden streets and there I'll know it's you.



©2014 Tom Squires

Submitted: Sunday, July 13, 2014
Edited: Friday, July 18, 2014

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