WHEN in sleep and I dream
sometimes little things
from the land-of-here
fall through the sleep
into over-there
Such no wonder then
that when I dream
the same reversal
happens here —
explains the reason
for the monster
in my closet…
:: 01-31-2014 ::
WHEN dreams fly away
they fly toward the south
where broken spirits meet
below the equator of my heart
And when you last spoke
not your songbird tunes
it tore through my heart
and I was just so broken…
the pieces scattered
into a frozen wind
When dreams fly away
they fly toward the south
where my spirit went to die
below the equator of my heart
And on and on I still can hear
the songbird tunes of your heart
So long my dove I wish peace
within your beautiful life
:: 01-30-2014 ::
I FELL to sleep
with a vision
of you
and embraced
the face
of love like you
Upon the wake
I stared in need
and saw I held
a dream untold
:: 01-27-2014 ::
THE dream awoke within my life
to me it tenderly spoke —
whispery sound a murmur
— a feather-fell
to you I come to feel as real
a dust-sleep dream to life
no life in such a murky realm
for living has its needs
and dreams provide the seeds
::01-20-2014::
LAST night I awoke
within my dream
nothing seemed wrong —
at least for me
I lived a full life
while visiting you see
and many years did past —
one day I fell to sleep
when I awoke again
I still remained
my wife of years
by my side hugging me
winter came so many
years henceforth
wrinkled and aching
my bones screamed
but my wife did not awake
so she remained
my last sleep
I clearly remember —
a dream so deep
that when I again awoke
I found myself alone
with youth and just a dream
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