Monday, August 08, 2011
Poetry Cavalcade 1: Dream of the Dead
The shape of a seal
Is perfect and vexing
It merges with water
Like dreams slip ashore.
Perfect and vexing
My dreams of those people
Their happy contentment
Is jarring to see.
She's happy, you know,
And watches you closely
She whispers to me
What's truer than true.