My dream of America

Swing on porch the evening whispers in my ear

of life walked under heavens that stretch

as far as golden lands, sheep cloud only break the rest

of blue reflected on to salty seas surrender my heart

to faithless waves and as I dive the many

coloured fish ignore my wonder rise to

breathe the air the pine will share,

in snow capped mountains from which to fly

with eagle wings back to a porch where

collect rough leaves of mint and sage and add

to reaped from mother earth that hums a lullaby of old

that soothes arising to my life.

@EvB

Published in VHS Frankfurt – Literary magazine – Pandora Fall Issue 2009

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