#197 i have forgotten what the patterns all mean
the moon and venus\nare vivid and crisp this\nmorning but the stars\nof my sleep were arranged\ndifferently and i drew\ndifferent patterns that\nonly i would know\n\ntwo yellow doves cooed\nand and snuggled as i pet\nthem soft and warm they\nfollowed me in the room\nfull of dulcimer boats fit\nfor escape into no sea\ni would ever know\n\nwe all can secretly love a stone\nwe all can secretly love a stone\n\ni have forgotten now what\nthe new patterns all mean\nmy map sewn onto the\nbottom of a blanket i\ncan\u2019t find it is cold and the\nyellow doves are flown\nwhat will i ever know\n\ncan we all secretly love a stone\ncan we all secretly love a stone\n\nbhagiti 11.3.07 perrysburg, oh