feet in wet sweet water
deep
and scolding from frail realities
soft ponderings and scuffling feet
fresh fertile girls
suck iced tea sour.
he sleeps in medows filled with grass
waving too and fro in whirling winds
sirens in dark distances sound
wisteling warning to all around
and yet he still sleeps
larks and ladies sing his lullabys
humming melody and verse
and lines still lingering in
the thick air around.
what lazy boys do sleeping sound
and crickets chirp in tall grasses
while cars and tractors pass on
speedy highways with drowing white
lights
and so she sleeps in fields of green
a quiet and quite surreal scene
dreaming of his child like face
and of the field where he lays
her fingers numb from frantic feeling
pouring from her hands
her heart pounding
pounding until
it all begins again
and then there they are.
lay side by side
death and life and
dreams combined
for poems are they both
sippins from cups on the opposite sides
of life
and dreams
moonlit scenes
and emptiness
all
around.
12:16 am - 02.08.03
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