Wednesday, September 9, 2009

Verse: Reverie #4

came in waves
before I'd
even learned
to sleep

I dreamt
that the moon
was a pool
of milk
that the sun
was a scoop
of orange sherbet
and I was
limned in anarchy

I dreamt
that I was dying
that I was
someone else
not yet lost
to inexpressive
vacant sleep

I dreamt
that I was dreaming
curled like a feline
on the pregnant pillow
of a bucolic breeze

but never
did I dream
for certain
until at last
I woke up
beside you

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