Liquid Tomorrows and Frozen Yesterdays <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Sometimes i dream that i am a fox <br />Running in the woods & the fields. <br />Always in these dream i seem to be <br />searching the landscape of some unknown <br />forgotten country with every shadow passage... <br />i add a strange bead to the cache of my soul quest. <br />The woman with long flowing hair <br />in the small house of twigs deep <br />in the briers and hedges of my slumber. <br />She sings about liquid tomorrows <br />& frozen yesterdays & invites me in <br />to sleep with chanting glowing leaves... <br />by the hearth...i always awake <br />and forget my labors and journeys <br />as i rub my eyes in the other life & i forget <br />my fox flesh & awake to my <br />true self and bury the puzzling fur <br />deep in the burial mounds of the day <br />and wait to run in the wickets of <br />moonlight to that echoing hearth to awake.<br /><br />Andrew Rymill<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/liquid-tomorrows-and-frozen-yesterdays/
