they dream

it came in a dream
the flow of effortlessly
calm and free
mind of time
in a degree
of energy
saved
a day craved
by most if not all

there thoughts be tell
where step we fall
the first and last time
we climb this hill

.

Jack was nimble
yet still to be quick
he gave what tumble
he saw to be thick
and from the glass
of a looking well
he drank at last
and at last he fell

.

It was clear in this
dare William told
of a stage painted red
where sun is gold
and stems of dead
give life a new hold

.

here the knots bare
and linens unfold...