And the day - no just my dream now - is lapping
Lap, lap, lapping – up against my pillow,
And it’s just about to touch my mind,
It’s just about to soak through this cotton case
And fall into my conscious nest;
The lap, lap, lapping- it’s just like a poem,
Yes, E.A. poetry, lapping – up against my mind
And I can feel my days, my one time here elapsing
The worn out waking finally collapsing, yes,
At last - I can feel the hurt is passing, as I
Listen to the lap, lap, lapping of my dreams,
Up against my pillow,
up against my mind,
The pure water visions working their way inside
Yes, this day, this long last light is passing
And the noise, the dreams, are lapsing -
Quietening down.
