god was talking
in his sleep again,
I think that explains
why I heard your name in the wind,
he was dreaming
and that must explain
why I saw your face
in every cloud and flower,
and when he woke up crying
that must explain
the painful longing I felt
in every teardrop of his rain.
I'm sure he doesn't mean to
but it seems
when god dreams of you
it breaks everybody's heart.
Ken Owen Van Niddy Press
June 2014
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