Wednesday 29 May 2013

Cure me of this dreamless sleep


Cure me of these dreamless nights.
Inoculate my eyes from tears

over there  a voice calls out the morning.

The day, the day begins to blossom again
taking all tired eyes upward

to spectates the sunshine, the flight path of a song on the wind.

Pushing us,
flowering about us as steps upon the  grey-gold

grass regulate the dance our steps take to

 a cloudy sky we levitate,
then let them lower us to the hard hand of the earth
where dreams reside.

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