Dreams
Are as close as we’ll
Ever know of
The afterlife, in this life!!!
Dreams
Locked within the body
Skin stretched over skeleton frames
Manikins of blood and bone we are
The skull cradles
These dreams as
Synapses fire
The electricity of thoughts
The movie projector in our mind
Begins rolling
Days of the past
Present
Future
All the desires we push away
From in the day
Break and crack the ground of night
For
What we desire
In our dreams is undeniable
What we fear
Has a key to our locked doors
For, it’s our mind that
Locked it away in the first place
Our self-conscious
Blooms into the world of the unconscious
My eyes dart back and forth
Back and forth, forth and back
Under their lids they roll
Casting imagery in my mind
I watch Vitruvian Man
Spin on his paper ink wheel
As Vitruvian Woman looks on
Crying with laughter
For
She is the one
Who’s spun him out of control
She lays down beside me
Now clothed, I almost don’t recognize her
A skirt, dark hose, and button up blouse
I put my arm around her
Smelling her beauty in the darkness
I fall asleep, within my sleep
And awake the next morning
To walk amongst the awakened
No comments:
Post a Comment