There’s a graveyard in my house.Dreams in the tears on my pillow;Dead Dreams of long ago, on my pillow. Shaking fingersChasing strangersUntil,A trumpet is blown,A grave is owned Tear drop. There are Dead Dreams in my house.Dreams that have Passed way too long agoTo be Resurrected. I ponder to myself,Shovel after shovel:“I could have held… Continue reading