Dreams

 
.........................To Stephen Whitmarsh

You close your eyes and drown…
In highest highs or lowest lows
(whichever one you like the best)
Of your subjective conscious quest…
What can you see? La Berge’s themes
Are all illusive as it seems,
Or maybe some important plot
Of quantum leaps, neuronal spikes,
And synchronized heartbeats..? You sigh…
And fall yet deeper through this maze
Of relaxation, love, and grace…
Is there a little place for me
In your divine eternity,
Your universal privacy,
Where you can let your mind free?
A smile appears upon your lips…
And I attempt to join this
Free-falling soul of yours beneath
This relativity of dreams…
And I come in with bright bouquets
Of gleaming words and sweet clichйs
Or maybe swords of thin romance,
Or make a mess… it all depends
On what you wanted me to be.
You are the master of your dream
(And I will say no more on this,
But just consider "waking" dreams…)
Or maybe I could just be me,
The real kind, you know, that’s here
There’ll be no need for magic tricks
Of which imagination speaks.
And when you dream of real me,
I’ll close my eyes, and then maybe
we
......shall
..............meet…



17/04/2006