Sweet dreams

Sweet dreams are written in heaven
for those who are happily married

those still distraught
are in fallacious search caught

searching wild in the wilderness
all day all night

so let the wavering winds blow
and as we from here all go

late into the eerie night
day break bring violet light

let red roses spray fragrance too
of love and affection on all of you

like rainbows true
with a smiling hue

epoch the boney trail
through smoulder rising
streaks
black rails

the honey happiness
shattered standing
spring awaits
calls to those last planning

a crew is gathered
the rebels scattered
the ragged soil of
their kit tattered
The preacher in
his black and cross
annoints the kneeling
captured lost

in the veil of clouds
translucent rays
shine as a sign
of the truthes
the brave
shine off his
worn weapon
for the souls he's
about too save

Last night I saw you stir,
you were half asleep as I was,
listless because life's
a dreary affair, what thoughts
you have of me I do not know,
but the flowers weep no more,

It was your hand that made the sign
and I looked the other way,
old dreams must die someday,
I sighed but still
I listened to the warm words
rise like smoke from your lips,
dead muse that walks again,

if all you tear
from age-old skin
is a shard
of broken glass

then how
will bravery
flow, through
tired brows

my dear
look me in the eye
and profess
i am not crying

for crying
is for the meek

and do not sing
as dawn cracks
heavy

for i raised you better
than to be a fool
frolicking in the grass