My dreams now are tepid, composed as they are
Of slackened sinews and uncomplicated time,
New rift valleys to dam forgotten faults-
Or the insidious extension, of skeletal fingers.
They call out in my dreams for more days,
Their stories ended before the obvious conclusion;
The lucky ones all died in their sleep-
But others died awake, and never knew it.
Patti Masterman
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/uncomplicated-time/
