The Dreams Follow
"The Dreams Follow"
We are on loop replay
sleeping to wake again,
morning, sunlit, shines
through the blinds,
sparkling dust columns
dancing in front of our eyes,
where each particle
plays its part alighting
in front of us bright
as diamonds pétillant,
spiralling forever spiralling,
the messengers dance
before our eyes
but we fail to comprehend
the poetry circling around us
like a water colour drip feeds
this bleeds into our day, a canvas,
we write away time
we write away
we write away
our time,
codes for dissemination
for those off page;
like an army of ants, words walk
in strange black lines over
everything, pinpoints scattered
with no relevant formation,
we are all abstract,
but there is meaning
in the contrast and
the story lines somehow
are connecting, connecting,
connecting like nights and days
all too fast,
the midday hour strikes
a chord, like spaghetti
we eat it up, fresh pasta
with basil, juicy tomatoes
crushed, the onions
are necessary,
purple and spanish,
the sweetest prose,
don’t forget the
paremesan,
cheese, we smile
like we are wasting away,
lunchtime matters the most
somehow, it’s a mark
in the middle road
we've come this far,
we stand, hesitating
to grab each other’s hand,
singular we know
we are inevitably alone,
we continue down the road
walking towards the detour;
evening fast approaches,
we close our eyes,
last prayers are thoughts
expressed to measure
where next we go
should we not wake;
that which we love
now safe, tucked away;
we measure our days
in nights of closure,
as if in the morning
there is no waking,
there is no morrow;
we roll over
we roll over,
the dreams
follow
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
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