“Do you know," Peter asked, "why swallows build in the eaves of houses? It is to listen to the stories.” ~ J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan

12.31.2013

lost and found dreams

they are dreams intruded upon not left alone
 tattered shoved about pushed over the 
edge
past sleeping past waking past here past now past then
past when
past if and why not and why.
they hear the rain the hail the leaves tapping on windows
sliding against screens torn by the wind and
tears.

they are lost birds looking for south.

and yet
and even so
they curl about me 
protecting warming hushing singing lullabies
whispering it's okay it was only a
dream 
go back to sleep.
they leave a light on and the door open.

even dreams know when it isn't real.

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5 comments:

  1. and yet, somehow, it's all real, isn't it?

    i love your lost birds, a beautiful flight.

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  2. Beautiful as always!

    Have a wonderful new year,

    Vicki and Noodle

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  3. my day is always better when i come here and find your words.
    have a great new year.

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  4. Hello, dear friend.
    I have a few wishes for you.
    May 2014 bring you much joy.
    May we all have peace in our homes,
    laughter by our firesides,
    time spent with family,
    and contentment in our hearts.
    Be well, my friend.

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