Where I’m Beckoned

Resting my eyes just for a second
I’m carried away, to where I’m beckoned
My face muscles fade, as I must rest
All the while my chin, finds my chest

What I’m doing is carried into my dream
So as not to alarm to what it seems
Reading and conversations seem to agree
If I still drove, surely death, would follow me

© 2011 Michael Yost

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3 responses to “Where I’m Beckoned

  1. Reblogged this on Inspiredweightloss.

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  2. one of your best, I love this, well done! 🙂
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