Dream Residue
Lost in the stuff that dreams are made of
Floating on tails of whales
Tasting the sunrise without approbation
Sleeping in crumpled up sails
Losing my voice in the heat of a song
Lighting the stars with my candle
Piercing the poppy's delicate paper
Earrings too dainty to handle
Diving to depths with the cavern's unrest
Breathing in water for air
Shards of the sunlight pin prick my feet
like padded fins pruny and bare
Tumbled and tossing in moments engrossing
Lost in a brief afterthought
in the sweet lucid seconds between night and day
when my dream residues are still caught...
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