Monday, August 2, 2010

inside the house
a dream made
inside the dream
picked up from
a rocky beach

they are heroes
who return and
never exact the
price of their
absence

whose gaze on
the absolute is
softened by
tear-stung eyes
follow them

make a parade
with the feathers
of small birds
who nest close
to heaven
those stories we
pull from childhood
blankets stay
with us
forever

woolen strands of
hidden laughter
flannel patches
of running 
dreams

that child 
just taller
inhabits arms
and legs like
the soul inside

stone