To The Times Long Passed

there was a time
when skies were altogether white
a time when day came out of night
and night succumbed to day

but time fell asleep

there was a time
when bees used to nest in my head
a time when all the old trees
were painted dark red
a time when songs
were born in the heart of the wood
when all of life's dreams
were thought of as good.

in memory of those times
i now rest my head
on the soft careless bodies
of those that grew weary
of those that went dead

Copyright 2003 by Vlad Solomon