i'm not quite sure what this could mean-
     a dream of me:
     a herd sheep trespassing on my dreams.
the site dissolves
and there i am-
     an ice cold beer within my hand,
     a knife,
     a slab of meat- some lamb!
                                               delicious!

what of that all-important lesson
the one relearned each day?
digesting it
dissecting it
what's one supposed to say?
nothing perhaps
nothing at all on this here very day,
or tomorrow with its hope
or in the light of next day's rays.
but to realize a life without a single change is death,
to live inside a box of fear's akin to having not one breath!
it's all too much to bear.

i've seen you in the deep end-
jumping-jacks for precious air
amounting next to nothing
short of choking one last prayer
arms folded, watching you
i walked away without a care
ignoring desperate pleading
(while fixated on your sinking)
inside my mind i move
i assist you to the shore
and win you back a life
that's more stagnated than before?

In the evening's tide an aweful sight-
my love adrift!  it floats away.
and run I do while sand
it shifts between my aching toes.
how sad, beyond my desperate grasp!
how cruel she taunts and teases me!
so much she seemed a burdon
on my tired shoulders raw,
how light she seems- so effortless
she glides into the night!

looking westward of inspired;
how it seems to just transpire-
look, the reddened sky!

day is dying! fading fires,
ashes, embers, old desires
take their sweetest time!

blushing, drunk, almost retired
sinking fast, horizon-mired,
rest now, sun of mine!