A Day In The Life Of A Dream
On The Precipice
glint
glint
again
Of morning
As a hard rain falls
Into the bucket next to me
The clang of the drip drip . . . dripping
Into a lost dream
Returning
To it:
sleep,
dream
Memory Lost
Dark
Dark
Nothing,
I open
Into a full dream
Lost to light, when these eyes open
Later That Day
Full
Day,
To me
Memory
now lost to routine
lost in a stream of tomorrows
