Thursday, 3 July 2014

Sweetest tall fruit

I had a dream that you came to me with a cuddle
In your arms,
A cloud below your knees,
Pre-dawn, 
Before the waking world,
I dreamed you flew from our nest
To new heights, 
Gave yourself the sacrifice of freedom
To drop a few limbs
Grow a few knots,
Deliver us your sweetest fruit,
Upon your homecoming.

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