This week's page from one of my sketchbooks.
the Dream
A dream of the sun in orange exposed to blue air,
the gift of the mind's eye without a word like ph ilosophers another world.
In the distance, day after day beyond time The sun sets.
a world once more covered with darkness a moon
already cirlcling in
the world rolled unveiled the day,
He whispers the treasure of a small lifetime
his dream rose on the air
They say they dream of each other
Lying down As your heart did
all of the talking