I dream of apostrophes
And green grass in the spring
I dream of apples and apostles that laugh openly
I feel the river running deep beneath the earth
And I hear your heartbeat telling me all is well
We are forever telling stories
Of how we are not loved enough
What if we revised them
To speak of all that’s done with cheer and mirth
Come make a song and sing it to the leaves
We are infinite beings
Ebbing and flowing in the breeze
Consciousness embarks on silent walks
While at dusk my love for you thrusts
From my chest like a knife
But I'm not nearly as bold or as blunt as you
To tell you what a fool I have become
We are bundled in our blankets
And wrapped tight in these scarves and gloves
Poems surround us and keep us safe
From the coolness of the air
Yet we remain unconscious of our power
And snore a little louder
As every hour we approach a little nearer
To the final moments of our life