Blue Fall

Sleep reclines beneath my eyes,

lies across my face like leaves

sit upon the surface of a lake,

unbroken, mirror like.


Sleep remains inside me,

holds me like a dying tree

contains the ragged leaves,

brilliant, swirling tatters.


Many falls, so long ago,

I fell asleep with ease.

The lake was unruffled

by the wind in the trees.


I would sleep now, if I could.

I would recall a thousand leaves,

a thousand blue and blasted falls.




~ by tjeffcarey on February 3, 2012.

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