They grew him…
They grew him and he left
They left him — he returned
He sings and his words fall from their mouths
When he sleeps their dreams disturb his peace
He sings and sings
Is he not a bird?
His dreamwords fall, my wings return
They grew him and he left
They left him — he returned
He sings and his words fall from their mouths
When he sleeps their dreams disturb his peace
He sings and sings
Is he not a bird?
His dreamwords fall, my wings return
published 2010/06/05
in Proximity / Writing / Poems / 2003send
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