Dream In A Labor Poem by Peter Black

Tell me your dreams, let them be sung in song.
'Did you sleep well, enough, and not too long? '
So I say I love life and love to sleep,
Letting go, like breath my own thoughts to seep
Along walkways, 'Will I dare wake again, '
To tell what I saw to lovers and friends;
Where are they; so I beckon to the stones,
'Smile, put up your hair, strike a pose, '
And to nothing leave poetry and prose,
Where phantom shadows and figment hopes disperse;
Arms and feet driving iron into dirt
Asking for coins and money to make
A possibility in that dream's shade,
I grab at the bottom, turn on the floor,
Watching shoes, double knotted: worn out soles.