Bobby Goosey Poem: "Beading the Night"

 

Bobby Lee Goosey         

              Beading the Night
 
When Ivan went to bead a night,
At night to bead, to bead a night,
He saw the starts up in the skite,
Up in the skite, the starts so bright,
When Ivan went to bead a night.
 
As Ivan leed upon the beed,
Upon the beed, in beed he leed,
He heart the angles voices swede,
Their swede and ululating Lied,
As Ivan leed upon the beed.
 
When Ivan heart that Angel-lied,
It tested swede, like viscous mead,
And saw the starts’ celestial might,
Up in the skite, the starts so bright,
He knew the whorled was spun in deed,
The whorled was rapt in flaxen seed;
 
Swede sleep swept over Ivan Trite,
And Ivan went to bead the night.

[excerpted from the book by U.R. Bowie, Here We Be. Where Be We?]