larla

from I Am Heading Homeward ~Rod McKuen I am heading homeward        let me go. The heart grows tired, timid and afraid sometimes. It needs to rest as much as any head on aching shoulders. If I can go on dreaming up safe seas                 and seaweed my mind will stay well, but this old heart grown older by its own mistakes needs resting and a resting place. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ i am so tired... please let me rest.

i dream i am walking through a silver wood. i am barefoot. i wear a white dress. i feel the fabric brush against my calves as i walk. ahead of me, the path is dappled with moonlight. with each step a flight of butterflies rises before me. no, not butterflies: not at this hour. these are tiny, nocturnal birds. some distance onward i come to a clearing. ancient trees frame this space as a cathedral. there is no altar: in its place only a boy, asleep in a puddle of starlight. i wish to hear his voice and learn the myriad secrets he contains: but he is too peaceful to wake. i look up to the sky that opens over our heads. i try to memorize the