Dreams

DREAM POEM

‘There are many ways to look at things

if you take the time to look and think and see their patterns

structures of make-believe, step by step give us a mystery point

I’ll give you directions, directives, to walk in time with me

don’t desist but use your brain, does it still work, its functions

seem depleted to me, but who knows? lets go on’

so she said as we stood looking down to a cold misty field

it exploded across field, stream, and hill

Why did we walk under rain clouds that day?

England was forever, at least to me, without her

without word after word after god forsaken word.

We could have been at tea with a book sitting warmly

in her father’s observatory , yes to see such stars, such moons

hearing his voice bring universes to our hands, meteors to our mind

expanding that quiet place, expanding us, but here we are

a handful of dirt, rain on our head, and miles of muddy earth to hike

I’m not complaining if only we were going to bed together

if only there were a song between us instead of estranged comedy

word by word by word. You look up to the green mountain or was it a hill?

you seemed lost in thought or maybe just happy to be wet with rain

a thousand starts and stops I saw in your eyes but none with me

your grandfather took you up here fifteen years ago, then the sun was different

clouds had a different name, the grass a different song, birds above another secret

your wind, your stones wrote a fancy tale in words now undecipherable

rain fell on those words and washed them away, like we are being washed away now

my god! its flooding and we need to run down, Run…RUN you fool!

Long ago, well your long ago left a fanciful taste in my mouth not real, not unreal

maybe just factual enough to almost be true, yes I agree this rain is real

these stones, this England, these clouds but maybe I’m too picky even in my dreams

I am dreaming you know with your voice shouting echoes in the poetry of this valley…