I will see you in my dreams and know that of all you do not have, the one joy you cannot live without is the love for a child.


Silk

I will wear the gift of silk
It tears through desert night
Glittering with a thousand suns
A glow of drifting milk
Bringing dark to light
Like day just begun

I will lie on a bed of dreams
That flow through my eyes
In the land of my sleep
Where water of streams
Colours sunrise
Where children weep

I will drink dark cherry wine
Beyond the blue sea
Where sails of high cloud
Stand tall in a line
Where the far wind is free
To sing joy aloud

I will dance among heroes
Returning from war
With thunder god drought
See what every child knows
What the love is for
That they live without




Poetry by Adrian Wood
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Written on 2012-03-24 at 00:10

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