in sleepy slumber I
run to hide where message is
hidden behind closed eyes while
another day goes by and I don’t
understand reasons why I’m
taken by the zephyr and
like the wheat
blown
in
wind
and all the
chafe times as faces of
love drifted and shifted to places
somewhere gone I want to leave an innuendo
in the tree covered dales with seasons I want to think
there’s a reason I counted all the tears when the years
were lone and everything in my heart was dark and
no one could read or listen and there was
nothing to write it on