by Juliet Wilson

At night our minds meet over maps
of strange towns, mazes of streets
we stumbled through in daylight.

I am lost
in your sense of place,
find myself in your parallel universe.

Then time unfurls to chase us
through shadows
into endless dreams.

Edinburgh-based Juliet Wilson blogs at Crafty Green Poet and edits Bolts of Silk.

  1. #1 by The Malt House on June 28, 2011 - 8:40 am

    Beautiful imagery Juliet, love this..


  2. #2 by Pomona on July 8, 2011 - 12:32 pm

    Beautiful poem – very evocative.

    Pomona x

  3. #3 by Crafty Green poet on July 10, 2011 - 8:57 pm

    Thanks for reading Dave and Pomona!

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