one, two, three, five,

the night is only half alive

the curtains blow the frightened tress,

they line the moonlit windy beach



four five six seven,

my dreams never touched on heaven,

they come, they stream they laugh they bleed,

they drop me off in a thicket of reeds



keep the dream alive



a boy, a dog, the dunes, the sea,

he stands in a thicket of reeds,

no food, cell, or GPS,

I watched him weeping from the trees



"the sea is only half alive,

help me find my campsite," he said



keep the dream alive



I dreamed he found his way back there,

the campsite though was stripped out bare,

the night was only half-alive

skinned racoons hung from a line



for men there is no turning back,

they all had left with coonskin caps,

the embers smoked and barley glowed,

he gathered wood and started his own fire



keep the dream alive