A GENTLE SLEEP OF DREAMING

IF i meet you by a brook
of tickling throats
as the water flows
across eddies and rocks
remember me —
Tell her i smell flowers and time
without songs or hearts /partly
souls and spirit…
she may remember me as her first
true love
Tell her to make me a hat from the
growth of Love and without her sweet
eyes and smile i may be never
(see sleep beneath clouds of purple
and strengthen me)
be alive. Tell her to make me a
an abode for our love and we shall
sing and sleep and eat and drink
the raging waters from the biggest
clouds.

:: 08.09.2020 ::