They do dome . . . those vivid dreams;
They flow with my subliminal streams
to tickle the fancy of my feebleness
or perhaps to shatter
my sadness,
as they haunt me in my slumber.
Pegasus flying over the Eiffel,
war chasms in a Hellenic realm,
Cyclops chasing the Big Apple;
I believe my dreams,
and everybody else’s,
distort one’s sense of time and space.
Nocturnal visions seem real;
Or are they?
But whether or not they are,
They shatter!
No matter, though, how they shatter,
often when reality is harder to bear
dreams so come to be my shelter.
philip
briana
February
1988
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