shallow dreaming night
all night dreaming
to be where I am
odd clock look
and each turn a new strophe
dreaming the lost lines
for today
it took a lot of working out
dreaming surreal stuff
like took a drink
and the glass was forehead embedded
though not mine now
much more that couldn't be written
all night I was telling my dreams
and you told yours
dreamt I was trying to sleep
that old chestnut
not a word was said
some ghost at my legs tugging
in a childhood bed
I stood peering out into the valley
I asked my father
how they were feeding him
he said 'nothing, nothing'
and I went on
all night dreaming
to be where I am
65
shallow dreaming night
No comments:
Post a Comment
Note: Only a member of this blog may post a comment.