Winter
comes and the stillness of
Sleeping
off the season of changing plans
Demands
that return to the reasons,
The
way and the love,
Above
the issues and interests,
Below
the lungs remembering frost,
Against
the wall of a nightclub;
Mondays
and Tuesdays
No
blues-days, no use-days -
Refuse-days.
Then
come the dreams.
Don't
hold dreams, be a bed for dreams.
Allow
the dreams to toss and dissolve on your tongue
as
they are, and remember that what you
Seek,
when you fly,
might
land in your hand
If
you stand and believe,
In
yourself,
In
your world,
In
your land,
In
your people,
And
in your love.
When
Spring comes you'll be ready.
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