one of these mornings
ill wake with a dream so rare
floating inside love

dreamboarding today
storeroom clear and neatly stacked
for the coming year

walking by a pond
i dream of bbq smells
at ancient fires

through meditations
i wander a bright thoughtscape
of shy fading shapes

good night dear one
my writing now exhausted
refueling my dreams

my morning shower
softening my entrance to day
dreamy soft edges

a nightmare of terror
preferable to the dreams
suffocating sobs

floating frail white flakes
like some undreamed intentions
looking for a home

windy hair is felt
on a face that loves the sun
horizontal dreams

butterflies have died
placed over my eyes last night
i now live the dream