The Beckoning Poetry Post Page

Poetry by Christopher Michael Collins

Added 24 November 2003

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This poem is by Christopher Michael Collins

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It was late in the evening
cradled in the shade of my favorite tree

I must have been sleeping
but it seemed so real to me

Somehow music, maybe a bottle
whispers from the wind

silk skinned feet dance across the floor
but they don't follow my step anymore

cold echoes splash this path beneath the rain
so much farther than they seem

hazel eyes like the sun
against the sky

and it's just a man without many things
but a place to go when it rains