There were people in my dream this morning,
Familiar and new.
As I slowly woke to the day
My awareness struggled
To sustain the images of the dream
Against the sunlight.
A new dream moved into place.
There were people in this dream of morning,
Familiar and new.
Slowly I moved through the routine,
My awareness struggling
To remain in the image of the moment
To not project
Past and future, time and place.
There were people in my dream of evening,
Familiar and new.
We watched each other, speaking,
Aware of the struggle
To maintain conversation
In the illusion
Of the dream that we shared.
There were people in my dream of sleeping,
Familiar and new,
Ghosts moving slowly across the screen -
Streams of struggling
To live against the black of night
Images in a dream
Of dark and light, sound and sight.
