Dream work

Scent weaves updraft scrumptiously sentimental tides 
Tightly knit together embraced smell the memory binds 
And seamed iris unfurls bronze orb and blue dome to see 
Canvas for pastel, sentience finds space in which to be 
 
Turn does the pebble to paint the shadows of each season 
In these colours of pain and pleasure, roots to all reason 
 
But fiery does this burn 
This aching love for which we yearn 
In the trenches of trial and tribulation 
Accounting for each triumphant pump and suction 
 
And all the while the sand sifts slowly through the neck 
Drifting like clouds on by, one year by one, just as per spec.

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