On the Trail - Prelude, Dream I

I lay so seemingly far away from here In the sleeping bag of my dreams Where ever do I come from Going exactly where, I wonder Especially seeing nothing... is As was thought it to be seen. Chilled, wrapped in safety blankets Of imprinted thoughts, and memories known Mansions many, waiting Through sleepy mind’s open door Ready for re-visiting, enter free As free to roam. ___*___ Release I say! Yes, release this sad Soul’s connection For more forward fancy flights. So off again, I can go again Into unknown, crazy, enlightened newer places Leaving here Moon guarding Another peaceful, wintry night. Knowing well, in the end I will have only found in my expanded Self Aspects in infinity's wrap Of strange disturbances. Oh... why then challenge so, balance's peace Why bother old safe dreams with some new Does the river ever end, is the ocean that near Am I one of many, or only few? Chasing traces. ___*___ Ages have I camped in such strange places Home itself is now Just a figment of what? A greater picture Or just a stamp on an unaddressed envelope? Waiting for sleep, on a comfortable cot. Patient for the universe to give up its true addresses Where Infinity’s chuckles rise into glorious laughter Knowing well, the envelope has already reached home Long before. It’s to me, the We Please this time, forget me not.