Kit Kelen #909 - the place in my dream is home

909

the place in my dream is home 

 

and dreaming

years of the night

come to me

weather stuck

as again

creek's run

here's a book of smoke

a home in this dream

where I've never been before

muddied boot

Lisbon subway

criminals we are

who travel in dreams

traffic in

all animal at it

there's never

how we got to here

but rain comes tapping

footsteps pass by

bird, leaf

matched at

whisker tin

rose smoke

bullock beside

here's my history cloud stuck

God bless where they've gone

it sobers

the dream is a vanishing

this is my home

hung up for power lines

tennis shoes flung

and through the dream

a trickle creek

stood mist

shadow lapped

in the fallen reflect

imagine if a road went by

cannot break our spell

here's a new day

worked to light

must build the fire again

alone in the naked dream

sometimes find voice

tucked in with under this

slept this far then why not on?

what's left

a glimmer

safe in our own light

wake not yet day

still warm from

go back go back

to another dream's light

for a season we'll come to yet