Sunday, March 9, 2008

Of dreams

When direction is lost and I take a wrong turn
I’m perturbed to awake and find I’m at home 
but then I remember in dreams how I yearn  
and how they entice the lonely to roam.    
There are days when I linger half comatose
and days that I live in disbelief, fear, 
but then I remember the book isn’t closed
though fragile and old in this atmosphere.

And so of my dreams they’re completely intact
for love’s energy must refuse solitude
in its need to honour and respect spirit pacts
made always to still human inquietude.

But how restless are we like jitterbugs, fleas,
in the shadow of all we’re not meant to be!
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