dreaming beforehand
Dreams moving, dreams quiet,
dreams alive with gain.
They fish among unfished ponds,
the swim among unsung oceans,
they fly among cloudless skies.
They are filled with the errants
of a childhood lived to the full,
the slow, mysterious moan,
roaring to dreamlife, its fingers
opening like stars tearing apart.
Morning comes on the breath
of a freshly laid kiss.
dreams alive with gain.
They fish among unfished ponds,
the swim among unsung oceans,
they fly among cloudless skies.
They are filled with the errants
of a childhood lived to the full,
the slow, mysterious moan,
roaring to dreamlife, its fingers
opening like stars tearing apart.
Morning comes on the breath
of a freshly laid kiss.