A Walk Inside A Dream

Took a walk inside a dream,

seemed the same,

each waking moment,

a breath of wonder

then wander back inside

visit old friends

stir memories of an

attitude

the sort of look in an eye

when we might fall into

the shell of our selves

inside the dream

everything happens

we sometimes wish away

from ourselves.

The next day

When a conscious reminder

that dream last nigh

look around the space

the people drifting by

could be there then

might be there

now

waiting for an arrival

every stone unturned

when the natural

tendency might be to scream

inside a dream

taking a walk

a wander

into a waking day

The Waking Day

I dreamed I was leaving you again

or maybe it was you me, not I, but you

again it happened so clearly

the discussion waned but the event there

you, me, not talking, just drifting

and me recalling how lovely you were

when we, not me, were together.

And then the clouds roll in, the mystery

I’m wondering, why, while you, don’t cry

I want to understand, yet, where have we been

I dreamed you were leaving me again,

the skies were ordinary, nothing out of hand

another day, another afternoon waiting for the eve

of who we were, where we had begun, what was in …

Just then as it always happens, the skies broke

moments before the explanation

I would see my eyes open

and there you might be

readying yourself for the day,

turn my way and give me a smile,

I lie back on my pillow and breathe in

the waking day.

Work Habits

I’m inside a forest

Been here before

Yet this isn’t serene

With peeks of sunlight

Through maples and pine

This one

Dark and scary contains the evils

My childhood remembers

You know

Quiet nights in my room

Hearing footsteps

Along the hallway

Not knowing

Or wondering

If they existed

Or was my heart pounding

With a certain fear

That memory

And tonight

Well that beat

That rhythmical pattern

Is present

As I imagine what lies ahead

What needs will arise

As I step gingerly through the brush

Not sure of my footing

And knowing that time before

Cannot be returned

And I adjust

Looking for a new path

Some guided tour perhaps

An acceptable journey

Without anxiety

No fear

Just quiet roads of thought

The forest is dark in a cavernous way

When logic has left an ocean surround.