Thursday, October 10, 2013

I dreamt
of my daughter
holding me
with her words
as we drove
from the ocean
toward a world
that is not mine
and never
will be
I awoke
in love
her image
keeping
the room
whole
later when
the tears
came
I thought
to keep
this world
away
to let all
dreams
fall
like paper
mountains
in the sky

the blues

are bleeding
and in their wake
we paint
naked clouds