She Comes Into The Dream

She comes back out into a dream She shakes the sand the branch is large and good with her each movement, she herself stands proud and tall. One toe upon her foot is pained like the dawn protected beneeth the root the thick redwoods grow over and off into to the edge of each smooth hill, separated from the other antient woods. She transfers the night each of't in silent agony, and waits she, he knows of no regrets when showers fall comes the rain it is continuous, through the olive orchards to which the bark once rough made smooth it flows love like swans each neck attached and made tranquile it is done and while your sleeping deep and making getting wet, brought by the wind she comes into the dream, across the stream.