Wednesday, 3 July 2013

reviving dreams

dreamed i was 
in the basement
and the ceiling 
came crumbling down
dreamed I finally found
him from whom's rib
I was carved from
the meaning of perfection
(only to me) I long 
to find that being
to find a way of being
that estranged part of me
stranger still, that these dreams 
revive my slumbering soul
yet when I awake
same old, same old, same old
 still- the smiles they withhold
and impart, say everything
like the trembling already half-way there
man who took a seat, 
he took three
yes small kindnesses 
they exist out there on the streets

small kindnesses 
will they keep, will they keep, will they keep
us from the fire?