Has my heart gone to sleep?
Have the beehives of my dreams
stopped working, the waterwheel
of the mind run dry,
scoops turning empty,
only shadow inside?
No, my heart is not asleep.
It is awake, wide awake.
Not asleep, not dreaming—
its eyes are opened wide
watching distant signals, listening
on the rim of vast silence.
Have the beehives of my dreams stopped working, the waterwheel of the mind run dry, scoops turning empty, ....No my heart has not gone to sleep. a fine poem. tony
Have the beehives of my dreams stopped working Beautiful metaphor to suit the line.
Reading this poem I was reminded of my poem ' Sitting on well head '. At the rim of vast silence mind opens again.
What's this poem about?