Treasure Island

Paddy J. P. Harris

(21st of July 1989 / Bedford, England)

Sleep


Sleep trees, sleep bushes, sleep a restful sleep
And wait for spring, or sleep for evermore
For who’s to know if summer will return.
River sleep a swollen winter sleep.
Let deepest currents form a dreaming flow
Of thoughts that knew a simple summer joy.
Just give those memories a taste, then with
Those leaves you carry on your back,
Release them in the ever wakeful sea,
Or drown with them and never wake again.
For who’s to know if summer will return.

Submitted: Sunday, November 09, 2008
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