New England Dreams

A promise to the sea of dreams;

Lullabies that rock it to sleep

Fleeting memories of a place 

Ice on glass, melting away

The tree rings archive years

To turn the pages of time

Imprinted on living

In choking waters

Words can no longer be the string

Fate attached to me

On the littlest finger

An anvil tied to mountains

And breathe black clover

To auspicious hope;

Seven lives with fives souls

Blood and be

I wish to be green

In alpine forests;

To swallow me down to the depths

Of the raging earth

To soothe me when I cry

Rocky Maine shores

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