Wide fields

now it's the time

for mists to rise
for leaves to turn
and fall

the geese have passed
and now the sky
gets silent

our city didn't bother them
geese sing just for wide fields
and the south

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down there
in the bright light dreams
and in dry stone dwellings

we stretch our lives
as thin as spider silk
from the walls and corners

we say we're hunters
barely a rainbow
shimmer

shifting in the draft

-

the time has come
to wait and sleep
and for dreams to catch us

may they keep us
this time
may our dreams be kind

and sing for wide fields
in the silence

(edited 10102013)