(Photo by Johanneke Kroesbergen Kamps)
gentle we sleep
silver dreams above our heads
windows to the soul slide open
letting the gentle current in
thousand memories tumble
distant faces floating by
reminisce with us in exquisite sweet seconds
as they stop just to say hi
oh, we are not forgotten here
in this land where time urges us on
we are remembered by our memories
for our memories remember us
in our sleep
we are rejoined to the consciousness
of a river flowing homeward
sweet surrender, sweet surrender
a reunion of what is to what was
sweet repose so badly needed
by a body so worn from the day
but at night names bear repeating
for in their arms we safely stay
That, at least, is what I am hearing
just beyond the strain of my ear
in the stillness the rivers waiting
waiting for me to draw ever near
goodnight to all of you, my darlings
white water rapids beg for me to play
in the waters so warm and gentle
in this land of yesterdays
Reblogged this on F.E.Feeley Jr and commented:
Wanted to share an older poem with you. 🙂
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