Jenny

Sunday, December 13, 2009

Sleep

Winds of desire blow
Light of day into dreams

Caress whispers flowing
To a lapse in reality

Lay bare beside hands
That cradles the pen

For songs push sailors
To the edge of the map

Follow no drumming, stump
Freedom for secular fancy

There stands a survivor
Still struggling to survive

2 comments:

  1. Again the twists of each line are intriguing to me. They hide meaning I think.

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