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CATHEDRAL OF THE SPILLED BLOOD

Susan Smith Nash

 

 

You didn’t see me weep;

so hard my soul to keep –

I creep along in the deep

 

of sleep, of sleep, of sleep.

 

We see our field of dreams;

life is never as it seems

I wonder what it means –

 

Sweet you bring my dreams

Brief we choose our themes

 

So see me weep –

your soul to keep,

with sky wide and thin,

our earth is where I begin.

 

Crawl up my fields

Sprawl through my seals

 

so deep, so deep, so deep

 

and so I hear the peals of my dreams

one sweet briefing before I sleep –

and so you see we meet, my sweet;

I repeat – you didn’t see me weep.