I dream of sleep
In open fields
And summer crying
Soft, refined
I wash the rain
And let it dry
In morning's warm
Embrace, content
Confined
I parse the silence
Unfurl the eager light
And watch as it disperses
Like watermelon seeds
Or dandelion wine
And if the wind
Intrigued should
Deign to pause
It surely will not
Opine
And those clouds
May spark and covet
the quiet intimacy
Of eternity uncompromised
And divine
And if I did awake
And leave this bucolic
Reverie too abruptly
behind
Please know
That it was not
By design
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