A dream I have…

from the echo of my own murmurings.

-we have a house in Montenegro, surrounded by old trees
-the kitchen is always full of sound, little children running round
-the rooms upstairs are always full, each with a different touch and key
-the floors are red with redstone tile, the sky as blue as the Nile
-and in this house, all year long, the children laugh their laughing song
-and in the garden, hid out back, sits a woman in a big straw hat
-drinking tea and smiling at the sun, as though to repay it’s light
-for all those days in youth when she wept through the night
-and what angels may be, or eyes that could see
-might recognize a face, trained in tears, how to look so happy.

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