Bookends - Lascivious

Small Dreams

 

I seem small

but I think I can reach

deep.

Like an unexpected dream

In the midst

of twilight

Of Lightning,

as it speaks

In the realm

Of a forest stream.

Deep as shallow can be,

Shallow as a simple "might be".

A May be

A Might not be

Small and deep,

Weightless

Like a soul

Lingering.

Like a breath

Ready to exhale

After a yearning kiss.

Small

Deep

Sensations that were

Insensitive in the desires

Of a dream

Laying silent

In the shallow depth

Of a "now and then"

And a "now"

And "when"

I reach deep

In some small way

Piercing

For the receiving.

Fundamentally healing.

Deeply pleasing.

Fleetingly unceasing

Ever-easing

Still breathing

Inside a dream

inside you.

 

Devoting my mind

and all my everything,

to lunacy,

and you,

somewhere in time

and space.

 

 

Don't know why.

every day and night

searching the streets

of lonely dreams,

to find a place,

I won't be

out of place. 

 

No need to sigh

or cry

when dreaming

brings you near to me.

A kiss

for the yearning,

loving embrace,

the autumn leaves

bring along

the scent of you

sweeping me again,

out of place.

 

 

on the wings of dreams

I fly,

I wish

for love in the spring,

memories I retrace. 

 

Devoting my mind

to lunacy

and you,

I wander,

with no hiding place.

 

 

Small dreams

are me,

I come

I go

and i wish

the minutes to go

fast

and slow.

I want to be

deep

and shallow

Skimming

skipping

slipping

into some

never ending

slumber.

I want to see you

be you

breath and sleep you.

Could the waves

of time recall,

me,

and the needs of me,

the small me,

the enthrall me,

the never stall me.

I can reach

deep

deeper than

sleep of

counting sheep,

deeper than the ocean

of clouds that weep.

 

 

You claim there is potential

in the thoughts of a fool;

unfiltered,

unsieved,

raw and jagged,

unpurely stated.

 

Tiny creatures; ants, you and lilliputian

crawling and creeping

on the earth

 

 

Living in some jealous constitution

as the rain watches

over you

 

 

Never admitting to the institution

how your dreams are nurtured

by the years

 

 

Could you survive the persecution

if seasons forgave, and collapsed

into rain

 

 

I insist I am editable

correctable,

deleteable.

 

Nothing jumps out to save me

thoughts linger to erase me.

 

Dreams that sustain

realities that refrain

desires that maintain.

 

Step into my world

and see.....

Your forever eyes

may find me.....