lost dreamers

question: have you ever seen

those silver gossamer umbrellas

that drift on summer winds

carefully bearing a swollen burden

that slopes to a point at the end

 angled toward the ground

ready to piece at whatever point the wind

drops them down? 

have you ever seen them?

answer: i do not know what i have seen

these summer days and summer nights

when the sun was one long firework

and the stars were lost fireflies

that drifted on the faded out clouds

but once i saw two lovers walk

into a river along the sticky edges of mud

and they never came up not even the golden edges of her hair

tell me if you can what this means?

question: what are two open ended trails to me

pairs of footprints that disappear

mean to me only that gravity is working still

what to me these tangled little webs

of words and blinking and strands of hair

when the careful teetering tottering seeds

of a new generation are braving the winds

the future on the whimsical wind

with their gossamer thread balloons

answer: what are they to you

i do not know but in my mind perhaps

they are the same one and one alike

the fragile strings that tie us together

to dangle us drifting in the careless wind

of fate and fiction and friction 

and the two lovers walking

and your seeds blowing into the beyond

and who you are and i

all this world between us

so i'm off to wander the sticky mud banks

watching for gossamer nets and golden hair

learning what they are to me.