#embassy
My mind emerges from the muck of dream
Sheen of crust and blurry view
In my mind you loom
In my dreams you sing your tune.
Step, clomp, foot, stomp
Off these laces
Pull these wagons
Heft these towers
Lay their power
Dream of vistas green and new
Untouched where?
there I see you
Log cabin of Linking Logs
Cobble our souls and roll them in stones
Heat our hearths and steam our schemes
Give us that leftover dream
But flags wave in every breeze
There is no land for my free
And that farm on the brook
I dream of maintenance
Will fall as quick
into this reapere
to pull the gift of life from dying soil
And play that I can have paradise
on earth
With iron ore
and sweat of toil
I will build a walled garden
to respect the rest
and tell myself
To keep dreaming.
May 18, 2018
May 18, 2018 at 5:57 PM UTC
The boughs of a placid embassy
fall flat when the citizens
become the crumbling pillars
that hold up the already fractured foundation.
Apr 5, 2018
Apr 5, 2018 at 3:25 PM UTC