           Running Out of Dreams


Some say the gods deny men their dreams 
Lest they fill them all and dream no more.  

But what of the poets?

By the time all has been sung 
About sunrise and sunset, seedtime and harvest,
The sun will be a cinder and the earth will be no more
And if there are still poets then 
They will sing to us of
Whatever has taken the place 
Of the old things that have passed away.  


                                -- Thomas G. Digby 
                                First Draft 12:21 09/02/2001

