Given To Dreams

(She cried when she found it

Its feathers were matted and pressed to its

Side

Its wings were no longer able. Still she

Begged it to fly

Its body as frail as paper and wet from her Tears

She knelt in the damp grass praying it to heaven

Gently pressing its head to her heart.)



The devils in the daughters room

There will be no second knife

She reached for a dream



And he smiled as he watched her

She was ever so beautiful in her sleep

Like father (his son made in his image)

Her eylids gently closed

Lids concealing her dreams

He stood over her bed



One deep stab kill the hourglass

Let the sand leak slowly from its body

Draw out the time until its breathes its lastpilling