Where Dreams Wait

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On long approach
some dreams fly
Hard to catch
then left behind
They hover above
patient, undaunted
When hope awakens
the spark rekindles

South Embankment, London, June 2011, c.b.w.

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c.b. 2012

The Guardians

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Iron anchors
guard my sight
Thieving mists
loot the light

Strands of beacons
await the call
Flaring to life
when darkness calls

View of Parliament from the South Embankment, London, June 2011, c.b.w.

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c.b. 2012