Sad dreams,
Winter mornings
It's not hard to figure
Out the meaning.
That knot
Still tied tight
Inside of me.
But I'm awake -
I'm awake
And I'm thankful
At least for that.
It lingers, Eliot knew
In time it malingers.
Memories aren't meant
To be the currency
Of dreams,
Life's not a two way street,
Give me imagination
In restful sleep
Not dreams of mermaids,
Not Pacific girls
Combing waves
White and black.
The boys of summer
Are gone back to
The Hamptons, Camden -
Wherever they come from
And it's still strong
But you can't look back;
There's just empty
Roads running from
Detroit to Toledo -
Littered with
Bottles, tires and ghosts.
Given time, a man must pray
Phantoms and memories
Leave the living be,
And if they must haunt,
Haunt only dreams
Because at least
They fade away.
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