|
A Dream Forgotten
|
||||
| A black doughnut melts in the sun, A hole of wood, too hot to touch, Before breakfast an early morning run? I would like that so very much. The icy water-cools the tube. Thoughts of liquid ice flowing, Shorten the walk. On the innertube Soon to light, anticipating That two-hour trip down the clear creek. The slow monotonous walking, Forever, at the creek, to peek All Nature quietly talking. A cold dream, a hot day "Clouded from my Mind's Eye," I can easily say, In this cocoon made warm With blankets and sheets torn. As I drift off into That forgotten land known, To us, only as SLEEP. If you would like to know more about this poem please visit Random Musings. |
||||
|
|
||||
| Webmistress: Architect Copyright © 2003 & 2004 J. Michele Bodkin & Jumpbean Enterprises Last modified: |
||||