No
more than a dream
Is
the darkness of night
caused
by absence of light
is
the world turning reason
for
changes of season
does
the rising sun mean
that
the dark hours have been
devoured
and rejected
and
daylight respected
do
we dance on our toes
singing
praises in prose
will
we live till we die
will
this day laugh or cry
do
these words carry thought
or
more casually wrought
no
secrets lie hidden
scant
sweet love is bidden
we
grow old and falter
youth
no more our alter
and
yet we still follow
thoughts
vacant and hollow
the
touch of a hand
draw
a heart in the sand
as
long as we breathe
we
continue to weave
sad
tales of failure the search for our soul
childhood
remembering the death of a mole
barefoot
and heat waves tumultuous storms
the
gushing down water the great white ant swarms
the
roar of the free way the sound of the sea
the
buzz of mosquitoes a'feasting on me
my
head on your shoulder for comfort and care
no
reason was needed for me to rest there
a
hot day a cold drink a run through the rain
a
cricket sings solo there's the rain bird again
storm
lilies will blossom the hot earth will steam
the
land of my birth is no more than a dream
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© 2015 by Eryll Oellermann
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