At the end of a dream
you try to reach for them
but your arms are pinned
they are shouting out
crying libera nos a malo
there are sparkling birds
and no one else except
the people in the hole
you shout for help
but voice has no sound
when help does arrive
they push you into the hole
night falls and the stars arise
you wake up and make some coffee
and wonder about the broken day
but your arms are pinned
they are shouting out
crying libera nos a malo
there are sparkling birds
and no one else except
the people in the hole
you shout for help
but voice has no sound
when help does arrive
they push you into the hole
night falls and the stars arise
you wake up and make some coffee
and wonder about the broken day
Love it! What a way to start the day - with a cup off coffee, meditating on the broken day :)
ReplyDeleteThank you, dear Kristen.
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