31/10/2024
The Last Sleep (photo poem):
Lay me down to sleep,
One last time,
Ere I dream,
Ol’ friend –
Of marigold forests
In bustlin’ meadows
On rainbow topped hillsides
‘Neath skies of pure painted bliss –
And we, singin’ our songs,
Of love and thanks
And work and play,
Life and death,
And half-felt raptures yet unnamed –
Of seasons gone,
And seasons yet to come.
Bathed in those bless’d-homely rays
Is where I’be –
Proud-nourishin’ mother sun
Showerin’ w’kisses
We young’uns –
Frolickin’!
‘Neath the magic glow
Of her early evenin’ midsummer dapple.
Aye, lay me down here,
Ancient one,
As good a place as any, is this –
Nice to touch the gold, one last drop.
And if you see ’em, tell ‘em,
Thanks,
And sorry,
And to keep on.
Time to sleep.
For I grow tired,
Feel the cold
More ‘n’ more.
Almost time.
I am ready
To dream my dream.
And there I’ll wait
For you
All
BC
31/10/24
