beside me
I think it must be sometime
like this,
when each puts its head on pillow downy
and dreams thoughts awake,
riding them through wet spotty grass,
not discerning dew from tear for future, nor caring.
slowing to a meeting ground below
words wrinkle & silently dry.
to sail tired droop-eyed sloop clouds
drifting, staringly content,
feeling the winds caress
bestowing its stretching care
and peace, on my pillow,
lies asleep beside me.
like this,
when each puts its head on pillow downy
and dreams thoughts awake,
riding them through wet spotty grass,
not discerning dew from tear for future, nor caring.
slowing to a meeting ground below
words wrinkle & silently dry.
to sail tired droop-eyed sloop clouds
drifting, staringly content,
feeling the winds caress
bestowing its stretching care
and peace, on my pillow,
lies asleep beside me.
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