Fifty-One

on and on
dragged the folktale heart of sad old song
for spirits heart begone
and delivered a lightning bolt in the pouring rain
the waterdrops mergeinmidfalldown
and before he had even awoke
he exhale-sighed a breath then spoke:
"i think i need to get some rest..."
on and on
with a good days rest in midday's light
he slept 'til light was gone
and delivered a lightning bolt in the pouring rain
so easily disturbed, he stirs in sleep
and before he had even awoke
he exhale-sighed a breath then spoke:
"i had this dream the night before!"