sandman I pray

bent against the sun again
my children of night
crying aloud
the sun has burnt
my children of life
searching abroad
the desolate plains
walking through the hillside
with the man upon
the backs of the
children of the earth
pray to tomorrow
with thoughts, wishes, dreams
of years since past
aching in my autumn breath
make me whole again
sandman I pray
and save me from
the end

 

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"aching in my autumn breath"

Autumn breath...Good line.

 

thats very mature for such an immature little chit

 

Great opener, and nice use of language! Thanks for sharing this

 

Dearest child, so long has it been!


Fret not for the sun's burning rays, they are only inconsiderate in their gaseous haze, for they have no consciousness or conscience of which to speak, only a tart and burning sensation on thy bottom that might make you squeak in disbelief.... so avert your eyes and hold out your hand!

Catch a sunbeam and make a stand!

Much Love

 

the problem with dreams is that you have to wake up eventualy, at least so far,,