Dreaming

Published in Trillium, Volume 14

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Beauty dreams things that hands cannot touch.

Solid walls of translucent paper scraps,

Living trails of light moving through sound.

But we cannot live in dreams.

It is 1:35 am and I am crying,

Dangerously fast on an empty highway.

Lest we forget what binds us.

Cellophane islands drift on seas of fire,

Blood flows in every color at once.

Dream of beauty and its fantasies,

Live in the flesh that sustains dreaming.

Imaginary fingers ease bruised shoulders,

A tight embrace settles the mind’s qualms.

Don’t indulge the intermediary mirage.