Dream of Death
Heaped upon the floor
Heart barely beating
Dreamed I died
After years of living
All is quiet
Like time in the
Canyon land
Breezes through
The pines
The period
Of no sound at all
Or the sound
Can be measured
Only by degrees
Nestled into space
The length
Of the run is short
You must be persuaded
To stay in the race
Perfect the vision
A tribute
To the time lived
Note: Prompt
floor, heart, stay, dreamed, persuaded, period, degrees,
years, space, nestled, if, vision, tribute
6 comments:
The trick is to stay awake... ;)
I especially love "perfect the vision A tribute to the time lived". Great write, my friend.
I enjoyed this--thanks for sharing.
Annell, this is a bit sad, but beautiful.
Pamela
Lovely flow to this poem. Loved it.
Quiet and contemplative!! Nice write!!
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