My dreams now are tepid, composed as they are <br />Of slackened sinews and uncomplicated time, <br />New rift valleys to dam forgotten faults- <br />Or the insidious extension, of skeletal fingers. <br /> <br />They call out in my dreams for more days, <br />Their stories ended before the obvious conclusion; <br />The lucky ones all died in their sleep- <br />But others died awake, and never knew it.<br /><br />Patti Masterman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/uncomplicated-time/
