
He was dancing
I saw him
But when I turned
he was solid still like death
Tidy crimped in his place
On the front lawn
basking in the pale Saturday sun.
He was dancing
I saw him
But when I turned
he was solid still like death
Tidy crimped in his place
On the front lawn
basking in the pale Saturday sun.
While you are sleep dreaming
a trio of shadows alights in your room
You might hear their faint chorus
a distant melody deep sweet and low
What message their voices whisper
a calm symphony or euphonious hum
Gifts they leave for discovery
light passages welcome a new day
Lift your eyes toward ceiling at dawn
imagine there cloudless quiet skies
Three shadows meet in your window
looking in looking out through you