I discover so much as I dream
revealed to me with great clarity
dreams evaporate on contact with words,
the nameless and timeless dreamworld
cannot withstand attempts at word-scrutiny
and words crenate on exposure to dreams
sweet sleep outstrips the power of recall.
Know now I am firm
and I have a dream to sell
I’ll sell it you know
before I know
I am very sure to go
from here
and for ever.
Do you not think
you will find time
to ask me now
why I am determined
to sell this dream
before I leave?
You know like ever
there could never be
a dream with me without
you, I could weave and grow
and I know you know
no need is there then to ask
if one or more of those
dreams to be sold are
still lying pending with me.
that kind of light
with the sun at its edges
spills from my window
that sunlight
fluent in summer
on primeval days
when I slipped into the undimmed air
like the unclouded water of my childhood
looking down and through as my eyes
harvest the luminous
morning in the glass of dreams
standing at the start of days and days
floating in the
transparent air endless and infinite
I see beyond the now
giddy with possibilities
the horizon clothed in translucent light
waltzing with beginnings
like the water that swirls
endlessly luminescent
stepping toward the window
portal of possibilities
I hold these truths to be self-evident
door of pale yellow
that spills inside
makes patterns on the rug
I am not finished yet
sunlight snagged in the tops of trees
dream catchers
dreams
The fate whispered our names,
our future, molding our life,
leaving fingrerprints all over a humanity soul,
and reminded us our limitations
that nothing could seperate us from nature’s life,
we aren’t owners and conquerors of life,
we are dreams guests.
The city of lights
is calling my name.
Oh, the sights I could see.
The city of lights is
the trip of my dreams.
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Today I’m feeling
frisky
like grand boat
adventure frisky
like learning
to be patient frisky
like eat something
new then get sick
frisky
but who knows
I will probably just
inhabit my couch
chewing on desires.
Lizard dreams
bite me
A face in the corner
brink of shadow
watches me
I try to catch myself
but I feel small teeth
nibble me
It’s the lizard dream
again.