By Scott Bailey © 2014
The story lingers
on. History casts its shadow
Misty Times ahead

Originally published in A Spring of Dreams
The story lingers
on. History casts its shadow
Misty Times ahead
Originally published in A Spring of Dreams
I have been put in so many boxes
No wonder I have lost my head
My left hand has lost the right
My heart is by the brown bread
My eyes are somewhere dark and grim
Can’t tell where or when
My feet are tied to a tired path
They wander again and again
But it doesn’t matter
My imagination can fly
Originally published in A Spring of Dreams