#1597 - in my dream

 

1597

5.136

15.v.24

in my dream

 

and taller than trees

 

it’s winter

birds first

 

now ripe

vine trailing

 

let’s say the moss is south

 

we blame the moon

 

tracks run off with the train

 

these were best intentions

 

the railing gone

I cannot look

 

neck’s straight

frets true

parallel lines are to meet

you’ll see

the high place for fear

 

it’s a world where all can breathe

 

I’m telling them it’s a dream

 

few of them will believe