In Dream's Home
by Michaelw1two
inspired by the word works of damos French
in the dream
I am kind, of dreaming;
masks worn in reality,
break like crystal wine glasses;
I am no more, than I know I am,
I am loved, familiar, translucent, effluent;
so my heart is transparent, then I lose it,
my soul achieves the form of this dream's fluidity;
abundant of spirit, perfectly visible in my fantasy,
in my dreams, there is clarity, as mist to the fog;
into the distance my horizon is a visible vestige,
no more than sleeping's fancy, through a good snore,
yet I need breath, and have width, and length, I think;
in dreams I experience my essence raptured,
I sense more, I know I have a home, I am captured.
April 2013
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