Friday, May 25, 2012


On a smile
Drifting into sleep
Rolling eyes and shoulders
On that smile
With knees that curve
And stomachs that spoon,
We waltz in our breath
We are transients
With legendary finesse
In sleep
Rivals to the waking world
Substituting a patriarch and its quartet.
I realize as I dream
I have only known you,
And Child;
While you tip-toe in and out of my life
Breezing by,
I am nameless
Because I was not born here
And this is not my home
But I will stay as long as you let me
Not far, and not alone.

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