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Dream for me May 25, 2007

Posted by Steve in poems.
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I now I lay my weary head.
I have no hopes to wish from bed.
Be I live or be I dead,
the matter’s small to me.
(wish for change within?)

And as I lay me down to sleep,
I say goodnight. Cold soul to keep.
No passioned hope to sow or reap.
No dreams to be not be.
(almost all broken)

I lay asleep in weary slumber.
The covers neat that I lay under.
No toss and turn — sheets not asunder.
No visions there to see.
(blank gray emptiness)

And so beneath the setted sun,
no passioned breath, no Dreams to Come.
My only hope? To touch someone.
Perhaps they’ll dream for me?
(hope their dreams come true)

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1. Anonymous - May 25, 2007

Alphonsus, are you feeling lost and left behind? Are the dreams of Mykyl, and Alpha, and the Princess, overwhelming you, and you don’t know how or where you fit into them? Are they too forceful, too passionately committed, and you feel like you are standing on the sidelines, not quite “getting” it? It is too much land, acquired too quickly?

Give it time; it will come. We have a large canvas of land to paint. It is ours now. It will take time to see where best we all fit in the landscape we are creating.


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