Where the Dreams Go
Write your dreams, advised
Carolyn Kizer, but none the wiser,
she did not imagine these nightly
screenplays the mind designs
with no director, no choreographer,
no paid performers. They come
at will and leave at will in a stay
of reality day cannot provide. I
like it here. No!, love it. Stronger
words are needed for these trips
along territory uncharted and
without my say. Only the mind
knows landscapes, cities, countries
of stopped clocks where people
you love, or do not love, reside.
By dream's decry, there's
forever sunlight on this ride.
The night's outside.
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