Rob Ostrom | OL02 | Fall 2021

Wonderful Dreams

Where love in masses should belong

They have zero boundaries, oneself an object forbidden

within lust, the soul released

forgiven-

eyes watching the world from afar

songs from the mockingbird in the forefront:  Harmony, Fabulous

spirits they were

singing onto high cloudy pillows.

2 Comments

  1. jaeggerpendoley

    Hey Erika

  2. jaeggerpendoley

    Openlab this is the 2nd time you have cut off my comment……… I really love how whimsical and warm/fuzzy this poem makes me feel! Singing onto high cloudy pillows puts a smile on my face!

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