is this denial?
then I wake and look around me,
at four grey walls that surround me
And I realize.. yeeees, I was only dreaming..
Mai
One lady, One man, One happy couple, One baby, Two countries, God knows how many years and Millions of things to do
A man is made
Of flesh and blood
Of eyes and bones and water.
The very same things make his son
As those that make
His daughter.
Of leaf and sap,
Of bark and fruit and berries.
It keeps a bird's nest
In its boughs
And blackbirds eat the cherries.
Of naked wood
Planed smooth as milk, I wonder
If tables ever dream of sun,
Of wind, and rain, and thunder?
His axe and strikes
And sets the sawdust flying –
Is it a table being born?
Or just a tree that's dying?