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in the winter of my dreams 




in the winter of my dreams 

I remember


how the doors I have passed 

still call to me


but the lateness hurries me on

and the last door is passed by


as the sadness from yesterday’s tears flow away

peace melts through the center of my world

From – In the Winter of My Dreams

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Copyright 1998

Patrick M. O’Neil

This is a stand-alone poem that is not part of a larger collection

Full Image: ABDSP Cougar Canyon Backpack, February 2008 looking toward Toro Peak from Collins Valley.