We cooled our feet
In the stream of silence
And left violence
In our rippling wake.
We fell asleep
In a field of sunshine
We knew that sometime
We must awake.
For they that dream
In the midday heat
Will trail dusty feet
Down to the lake
And there we play
Until evening
Which sees us returning
On our way.
Tuesday, April 18, 2006
Fatherhood
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