Extraordinary dreams
I hear the drummer
I see my whole world opening
like a roll
like a seed flowering
Extraordinary dreams
the coin is in the pond
the memory is written on the wind
the dream is on top of the mountain
the sky is so high, I can taste it
Extraordinary hearts
beating to the beat
In sync with the morning sunrise
I take this time
when my friends have been there
when my poet friends and I rejoice
It is Spring
The river is flowing
And the small child holds the dream.
Owen and Evie I send you kisses
Mammy
Thursday, 25 April 2013
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