You
You've been awake for 48 hours
Me
I haven't slept in years.

You
You've been talking lately
Me
I haven't listened to a ******* word

You
You've been painting all of my dreams
Me
I haven't let my mind wander past you.

A walk in the park
after dark
the ghosts come out
and the dogs don't bark
scared in the dark
the body lays dead or alive
in the depths of the soul
in the gallows they scream
the dreams don't matter
anymore than a walk in the park
the walk in the park that changed my life

JNL

cows are calfing and
lambs a plenty
all running around in little crèches

even makes this man feel motherly

I'm the fruit from the tree of the northern desert.
Where the grounds are dehydrated with  cracks  that run deep in their skins.
Bleeding the veins of plants to the last drop.
Draining the essence of all living things and yet still a victim of The unquechable thirst.
The heat forever calescent. The tree pleading to the sky for a drop of hope, for angels to cry and bless us with tears of joy.