Poetry
Hodor, Timothy
Timothy Hodor The Meaning of the Meadow I lie in sleep Morpheus leads me down to the dead of a dream. He disappears, leaving me in a melancholy soul. Sad ghosts of death come up to my heart. 1...
...The ground is cold today, And I'm never going to meet my brother On this kind of earth...
...1 wade through faces of air, part blind eyes...
...I come inside my brother...
...I'm walking barefoot on beads of sand, Which become morning dew...
...He doesn't see me, But I see him oaring the black waters of afterlife...
...He's a lonely man on a raft, With no family members nearby, And no mortal land in sight...
...1 paddle harder and harder Until I realize there's no water under my feet...
Vol. 119 • November 1992 • No. 20
