Posted by: spickering | November 17, 2006

A Meadow in Maine

I dreamed we met in a meadow in Maine
By a stream where Oxeye daises did blow,
And chickadees on White Pine branches sang.

I dreamed you came out of the white water’s flow
Dripping with bluets that ran to the woods,
Born from snakes and fish made of gold.

You came softly to where I sat and stood.
You must have brought something I could not see.
Suddenly, I felt warm, glowing, and good.

The stream was consciousness and it was me
Love was everywhere and,  even through pain
Danced in the rhythm of the swaying pine trees.

You beckoned for my heart,  and my love came.
I dreamed we met in a meadow in Maine.

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