Morning Flowers
Morning Flowers
Morning flowers
Drenched and soggy
I desire to sleep for a while,
I ruminate...
I have the same dream on the same shore
The yawning sea ...
And the poised seashore
The dream which is the language of the Unknown
So strange and so rare
So lovely and so fair
But
Angst-ridden I
Born to die
Lonely, pensively
Into the self-made bedlam
Without light and gleeful song