A DREAM THAT NEVER WAS

Aching promises in the evening

     Between the purple under the clouds

           And the warm orange yellow above.

                       Memories in the morning that pull

                                     Between bruises and memories

    And the soft movement of promises in the air

                                  That leaves us standing, together

                     In an endless dune of purple heather

       And yellowing blades of razor grass        { Clemens Rettich}

 

 The Dream that never was

acrylic/canvas    28×58″

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