DREAMED

dreamed

i search for you in auburn fields of fall
where paper dolls spin under red umbrellas and their
tafetta skirts made of sun rays dance across orange sky

the road there is long and weary
made of white houses that burst
so bright they are blinding and
they shoot into my retina and
for a moment i am blind from the inside out
seeing only the white future of winters
left crumbling on old sidewalks

i want to stop surviving
so that i can begin living
perhaps life is like a red carpet
that never stops unfolding and
i only know the frayed threads of
its worn edges

what it must be like to be
so far away from the end
to hold and to be held
by the fragrant winds of some
to be alive

you will still be around
when august falls

won't you?

copyright JANE 2/06