Dreamscape
I lay down enslaved by life, and
as I sleep freedom falls upon me.
Gone is my world cast with nervous endings.
I catch my breath as I enter a place
of equality for all. Good dreams or
bad, they come free to both
the rich and poor.
Here, we all chase rainbows across
a sky of fuzzy shadows, locked
beneath a surface no longer made
up of black and white lines.
There are no 'sting in the tail'
job losses, or doctors giving
bad news that can't be rescinded
by the seven o'clock alarm.
This is a world of endless possibilities.
Where dead fathers make phone calls.
And long divorced wives, visiting with
brattish children, having suddenly
turned sweet.
The irony of it often wakes me.
Breathing under water or floating
unaided battles my sleeping senses .
Each step taken is the equal
of any man's.
Copyright © Terry Robinson | Year Posted 2016
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