Day: June 13, 2020
There is something sinister unread
I found a strange man sleeping in my bed
He had the static creepiness I dread
Still alive but seeming to be dead
is this a dream that dwells inside my head
I should have dreams of Errol Flynn instead
Look where that damn garden path has led
Oh,God, the cat has come back to be fed
He eats frogs before they are quite dead
The Sermon on the Mount is still unread
There was noone in my marriage bed
There is something sinister unread
Every time I see yor face I smile
Every time I see yor face I smile
It’s just a dream,I am not reconciled
When I waken up the tears run by
Remembering or forgetting where you are
Now you have come back to pick up me
We have an newer house down by the sea
Shall we take our books and music there?
I gave away your clothes but you’re not bare
I’ve found it freezing cold outside your gaze
Without those conversations every day
Can’t you stay here for a few more years?
In the dream I never seem to cry
We seem to be the actors in this Play
You are calm and dignified, oh stay
Meeting someone’s eyes is like a touch
Meeting someone’s eyes is like a touch
As if our self extends outside our skin
With no intention to take hold or clutch
Those who do this , how love must be rich
Rarely will they mortify or sin
Meeting someone’s eyes is a kind touch
If we are afraid, may we find trust
Let us try again, why not begin
With no intention to take hold or clutch?
We are human, do we mind who’s first?
Let our minding weigh less than a pin
Meeting someone’s eyes is like a touch
In the end we mingle with the dust
Have we made good use of any gift
With no intention to take hold or clutch?
With love around, we need not be too swift
Take your own time wandering through the mist
Meeting someone’s eyes is like a touch
Gentle, do caress, don’t grasp nor clutch