|Even wrinkled water stretches out
along its roadway to the sea.
A blemish under sunlight fades,
changes anyway as all things change
the more they meet the Elements.
Only the nightmare, one in a row,
is constant under Nature's gaze.
Lean or weighted
down with weight,
every body I see now is eloquent
Dreams have taught me
to turn my back on nothing
might be something.
Something being that other one
one always needs to compliment
Who knows how many dreams
out of season
reaching for some added darkness
or twisting upward where the sunlight
sits on haunches in the tops of trees.
There are no ordinary dreams.
Every nightmare is extraordinary
and compared to bodies, every body,
the dream is truly plain.
I am, of course, excepting my own body
which needs a little / lot of work.
No mirror told me that.
Not seeing my reflection in an other body
looking glass enough.
While looking down
above a dream some times
I do see my old self rolling in another's arms
oh the sight is dazzling.