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...