Sir
(c)2014 Bob
Atkinson
Sir, can we
sit and talk
so I can give
you my concerns
about this
life
and all its
worth
no, not for
something profound
just for my
own device
to keep me
centered in my life
satisfied and
soothed by pride
thank you
softly, I see
the scene, displays a dream
velvet in its
touch, smooth, sweetly draped
across my
eyes visible, told with pride
as if a work
of art derived from emotion
prevailing
winds keep this life
upon an edge,
as if a knife
whispering go
on, keep your mind
centered on
your dreams
brave in your
leaning
toward your
constant dreaming
all arranged
so elegant
from dusk to
dawn visible in effect
then, during
the night
dreams fold
as if so frightened
afraid to
show their openness
asleep or
under sheepskin carpets
dormant
Sir, if you
will pretend
that my
meaning has recompense
can use some
support
thank you for
all your help
I'll sleep
now
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