Left feild : Dream of baking pie
Posted: Thu Oct 04, 2007 7:27 pm
The Dream of baking Pies.
I found my my self in a car driving through one of those suburbs in the a temperate climate. staring out the window i see it that place i have been dreaming of for weeks un-ending in my sleep. A Trophy shaped building advertising it's baked goods breads, cakes, pies, baguettes and bagels a small little place with a striking shape. i turn from the window and see i am in a car a man is driving and rambling on and on and then I see you your older as am I your hair is short and your eyes are so sad.. I wonder why and then I see the black the man wears a black arm band and speaks to you of some one now gone. I reach to hold you yet i am as a phantom unseen, unheard not there. I watch an, Observer and wonder if we will ever truly meet. your hand falls on mine and the warmth brings me to a warm place not felt since child hood sleep.
You feel it too yet still sadness comes to your face. we arrive at the Funeral home and walk among the mourners was they wallow hand in hand we step among the ghostly figures of those who came to see off the departed. say goodbye and i wish i could wipe away those tear that i do see.
glance at he who was once your forebear From wake to grave we do arrive and hollow words are spoken by those who half heatedly weep. They speak of good but never bad speak of times but once passed and speak of friendships but once parted, and through it all you see only me. You place a Rose upon the pine and cast a last for bearer. The ride home may as well be a the grave quiet and somber as a tomb. and then we turn but to the shop we did see ans once in side we find away to seat, though coercing and a smile we make our way to the counter and being to bake some thing sweet. flour and butter eggs and sliced apples, Cherry's and honey Berry's of all sort and every fruit we see these we make and marinate wrap in dough and bake till gold and with this we do find that this warmth does remind us of those we miss and those not there when you smile I wave goodbye till next time we Sleep.
I found my my self in a car driving through one of those suburbs in the a temperate climate. staring out the window i see it that place i have been dreaming of for weeks un-ending in my sleep. A Trophy shaped building advertising it's baked goods breads, cakes, pies, baguettes and bagels a small little place with a striking shape. i turn from the window and see i am in a car a man is driving and rambling on and on and then I see you your older as am I your hair is short and your eyes are so sad.. I wonder why and then I see the black the man wears a black arm band and speaks to you of some one now gone. I reach to hold you yet i am as a phantom unseen, unheard not there. I watch an, Observer and wonder if we will ever truly meet. your hand falls on mine and the warmth brings me to a warm place not felt since child hood sleep.
You feel it too yet still sadness comes to your face. we arrive at the Funeral home and walk among the mourners was they wallow hand in hand we step among the ghostly figures of those who came to see off the departed. say goodbye and i wish i could wipe away those tear that i do see.
glance at he who was once your forebear From wake to grave we do arrive and hollow words are spoken by those who half heatedly weep. They speak of good but never bad speak of times but once passed and speak of friendships but once parted, and through it all you see only me. You place a Rose upon the pine and cast a last for bearer. The ride home may as well be a the grave quiet and somber as a tomb. and then we turn but to the shop we did see ans once in side we find away to seat, though coercing and a smile we make our way to the counter and being to bake some thing sweet. flour and butter eggs and sliced apples, Cherry's and honey Berry's of all sort and every fruit we see these we make and marinate wrap in dough and bake till gold and with this we do find that this warmth does remind us of those we miss and those not there when you smile I wave goodbye till next time we Sleep.