Dreams of Peace
A nymph and her daughter
Pause to refresh
Two caught in polite conversation
Like the admiring tenant.
Yet whatever happened (shivers)
To the beautiful day?
As two or three fingers
Roll
Dance together forming words
Yet
Another thought is played
Set In drifting time
We two four
As two for
Running on in pensitivity
Roiling thoughts
Only echoing
Longingly in trapped rapt melencholy
Left
Softly swearing
On
Needless heedless wasted lives
Copyright © Donald Meikle | Year Posted 2012
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