As The Seeds Grow Into Flowers Poem by RIC BASTASA

The insomniacs are here
in the deary fields of dreams
unbelieving

throwing words carelessly like wild seeds of
discontents
and without sleeping
they are all watching them grow

for the morning to see
and believe and perhaps be happy again

as the seeds grow into flowers
poems and stories too arrive in
abundance like a shower of petals
from the spring of trees

and when everything blooms
as though the place is somewhere in Tokyo
poems and stories are read and passed
from one bookworm to another

from one fiery imagination to another fairy tale
perhaps on the next night of our sweet ordeals
we shall find something we want to really
recover

we can sleep soundly again
dreaming words in their bright colors
tomorrow, yes, perhaps on another
tomorrow

in their sweet scents in their
good taste in such basketful of abundance
the words will always grow.