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Published on March 2nd, 2015 | by Alison Kjeldgaard



My wandering eyes find
You- sleeping shape in moonlight-
While wind whispers in the night.
You- simple silhouetted lines-
Breathing evenly in dream time-
Past worlds collide in my mind.

In the dark he kissed her,
Swaying shadows in the breeze-
Moving with summer aspen leaves-
In moonlight no one missed her.
With crinkled eyes he kissed her.

Happily she sighs, lies
Sprawling on the glassy grass,
Thinking of the just passed past-
Of mumbled “hi’s” and “how time flies,”
Of drawn-out dolorous goodbyes…

Exhaled cigar smoke,
A hazy, visible sigh,
Blown across a moonlit sky.
She revels in her smoky cloak…
And suddenly, I awoke.

My dream-dizzy eyes
Blur silhouetted lines-
Hands catch shadow lovers,
Rustling aspen leaf covers-
Dappled dreams blow out of mind,
Like fallen leaves in the wind.

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About the Author

A 20-something Colorado native, Alison Kjeldgaard is an avid fantasy fiction reader and lover of tango. She graduated from Occidental College with two journalism internships under her belt, an English Literature degree, and a national economic crisis. Despite this, Alison has delved into the writerly world (of little to no compensation) and taken every chance she can to travel. So far, she has adventured across Western Europe, Slovakia, Hungary, Romania, Costa Rica, and Argentina. Her work has been published in the Glendale News Press, Burbank Leader, GALO Magazine, OffMetro.com, We Love Cult, and Pork & Mead. Most recently, Alison road tripped to San Francisco to relocate permanently. She has already fallen for its eclectic art scene and beauteous, foggy nature.

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