This Is How the Dream Goes

This is How the Dream Goes David J Walker This is how the dream goes when I awaken to A cheesecloth cover/filter of borrowed light Colors melding into a blur of fading memory A second sight permissioned well into the night only To be blown out like a lone candle growing shorter Before the dawn This is how the dream seems if a scene returns During unavoidable daydreams in a split-seconds faint memory Your eyes are translucent and your hair is brushed With fiery flames with no last names with which To be identified This is how the dream retains its citizenship Voting to be remembered on special occasions For which you must appropriately dress and Properly speak but only when spoken to And must accept a seat at the children’s table Listening to adults laughing in another room Reserved for the dead This is how a dream yearns for Your sympathy and understanding before The dawn returns sadly awaiting Another night