Teetering Dream

Cocooned beneath warm silky bedding Soundly nestled in dream’s quiet moment Neither purged from silence nor the chatter of an awaked world My soul engulfed- now doth begin the teetering dream Whither I am smiling or running- tumbling or soaring Erupts the moment of a rattling bell My dreams flee like sparks from a roaring fire morning’s pains seemingly swell as a title wave As senses hinge between dream and reality First sitting-than standing I binge- begging then beseeching in recollecting the tilted dream now slipping Trying to summon its phenomenon, its question, the mystery, the implied sensations All the while reaching to turn off the rattling of reality Do I awake to the noise of a new day Angerly have I forgotten all.