Dream is a Thief

Beautiful drops lie wet on my lash,

Spoken from heaven and drifted to sash.

Fragrant as breath from lovers I’ve had,

Remembering tears, the proof life is sad.

Unbidden the morning sowing handfuls of grain,

Arresting the convict who slept in my brain.

JKF

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