#1497 - in dreams

 

1497

5.36

5.ii.24

in dreams

for the dream journal

 

I’ve always been before

the other day fled, fleeting

 

with the king on his bed

where the queen once

and crowd of a coup

or just catching the bus

 

dumb look

of those won’t understand

 

the masses

like a world

revolve

 

you won’t see their speech

though ever so loud

 

it’s somewhere they have once decided

 

in time, come by

the same old clues

 

bright holiday garb

easy, familiar

 

we are warned

there are signs

 

where I have lost myself  

 

as if the rain were waiting for us

 

most natural thing in the world