Cycle of Dreams
my dreams all lay in an open field
mixed with prairie grass and tumbleweed
the heat of the sun beating on them by day
the mountain winds that spread the seeds
where they mushroom into fantasies
fuel for the desert fires to feed
monsoons will come and wash them away
extinguish the fires, cool the heat
one by one they will grow again
nourished anew with the spring rain
to blow and drift like the tumbleweeds
the cycle of dreams start over again
Copyright © Jo Bien | Year Posted 2010
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