Dreams Away

Oh bold flowered beauty, Persistent truth of unfilled dreams The manufactured crop of one imagination, Drink well cousin, then spray about As though all water were your own. Snicker and sneer knowing ruse But still accuse each other of Saving eye for eye as loss for all. And when a day we borrow is born Every word that has been spoken Will be broken like bread between us. Shall we abandon you, Make a fuss about a ladle or wagon An empty jug or flutter, while stone Looks on stone and sees the butterfly return. Color, light, night, then borrowed day. So many shiny coins for dreams away, “…sunshine, a warm beam balancing comes…” Over and over until a robin’s ear Will bleed; we forgive ourselves. Who hear the deer and see the sky, And while inside gaze among the same Branches of a single tree we would cut Our limbs to see, our gifts all given. Not to be awakened but to hold until We give them all away, All dreams away.