Dreams

How far Dreams fly from that ponderous room— a fear gripping the bones that dares to be a vision! Feel its power as —like rivers—it percolates, transporting cool beauty to heated nerves. Wedging through the density of the dark till bursts of color cry out to be seen, Water flows—yes, Water—but Breath too. New and cold—fresh Breath, swelling in and out of focus until inextricably delivered! These Waters— these Breaths, They are Dreams— and yet they solidify solely into the earth into the thirsty soils of solicitude, straight into minds and hearts that Believe in every bristly spur. All stirs of emotion trace new meaning, sustaining life in its wake.