Poem 2
It is early
I envision your
Head
Lying on a pillow,
Dark hair
Fine and lustrous,
Covers pulled close
Around your neck;
Dreaming of South Africa,
Of silence that devours
The clamor,
Of love that is everlasting,
Of peace that can't be killed.
You move your toes
And dream of things
That could have been,
That should have been...
You fly
Swimming
Through the sky
An angel to aware
Of people's inconsistencies
To trust complete
Without a fear
Of being
Left
Alone
Gary Harvey