Harnessing Dreams
When all the day is gone
and I am hiding from the fun
or simply floating on a dream that never was.
The weather stirs and breathes me in
The silent night of unexpected sight begins
The welcome feast of visions ticking, ticking,
Sinking in.
Everything is blank from
whence I kept the very last of things.
The open ground of dreaming big
is breaking every word I meant again
It doesn't end and though I think I need a rest
The reasons of the weathered beasts are wicked in
Their thoughts of dread, the memory of the dead
are swept up in my melting head, the wonder of
the unicorns and mixing ponies with the happy gnomes
Are sweeping with the tomes of words so fast,
so vast I wonder on, the dreams are wrong and
move until they're done. I am pumped for tomorrows want.
It all depends on what you say
And all the other problems of the day
It amends the way I make my pieces mend
The dreams i have, I need to harness what they say
And that is when i love to play.
Copyright © Steve Tomlin | Year Posted 2017
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