Poem: A Vision of What We Are to Become Collapsed into Dreaming aNew

As children we laid on our backs dreaming
Those dancing thoughts of what we would become
Taking up sticks that became things imagined
We rode ponies and slayed dragons in conquering visions
Until streetlights came on and exhausted we collapsed
Slumbering once again dreaming up something new

Poem: A City Dreaming of Itself

My dreamer listens
To the song of the city
That pretends it never sleeps
Calling out with the multitude
Of strangers voices in a choir
With cars and sirens and noise
Cacophonous to untrained ears
To my dreamer it’s a lullaby

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