Wake me up at Dream O'Clock

The day the little fledgling starts mentoring the hawk

The night the Earth is sent orbitting around the Moon

If some time soon the lame and crippled stand up and walk

and I see the fierce and tough smell flowers and swoon

When we start blessing the dead to rest in turmoil and not in peace

and life commences with death under a sun that is blue

If Swan Lake is ever performed in a park by wild geese

Then surely I will believe this dream-of-a-life is indeed true!

 

◄ Crossing Over to the Other Side

The Life Dreamt ►

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Mae Foreman

Tue 12th Mar 2019 19:20

I thought I'd try something lighter this time, as an experiment! Thanks for the support Jason!?

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Jason Bayliss

Tue 12th Mar 2019 19:18

Hi Mae, I do like a bit of a dreamlike nonsensical verse. Love it.

J. x

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