Dreams

In the blank canvas of a room Aswirl and pearled with long-clutched dreams, Dreaming of the dream, dreams of the Great Path Where lime juice tears from our eyes and the sun Soft hug of skin reminds us of Christmas as children, these dreams, These dreams inside small, expanding rooms racing along Hot peace-rushing thoroughfares as along the satin lusty dreams as along The bowing among flowers dreams as along the lonely room dreams within the Dream Circle. The dream stars, the constellating joy, oh dark, oh dark sweet joy, Wish upon your floating pain and make it bare, laughable.