I dreamed I woke up.
In this waking life my thoughts
are agate points and deep lagoons
that make ancient cities and heroes
and bust dakinis out of lunch boxes.
Everything is alive when I am awake.
I remember to swim in air
and fly in water, and ride moon-tigers
to the Moon Café, and the light in my head
is the light of the blue-white star.
I went back to sleep in a world
of fewer voices and more noise. Out here
in mossy woods, sleep life is pleasant.
It's good to watch a cedar shake her frills,
good to be surprised by lime on watermelon.
There are days I don't want to wake up.
Then there are days of pain and lost delight,
city days caught in time and trivial stories
when I forget that I am asleep
and can change the game if I awaken.
I cannot say whether the person writing this
is asleep in the world, or awake in the dream.
I remember to swim in air
and fly in water, and ride moon-tigers
to the Moon Café, and the light in my head
is the light of the blue-white star.
I went back to sleep in a world
of fewer voices and more noise. Out here
in mossy woods, sleep life is pleasant.
It's good to watch a cedar shake her frills,
good to be surprised by lime on watermelon.
There are days I don't want to wake up.
Then there are days of pain and lost delight,
city days caught in time and trivial stories
when I forget that I am asleep
and can change the game if I awaken.
I cannot say whether the person writing this
is asleep in the world, or awake in the dream.
- from Here, Everything Is Dreaming: Poems and Stories by Robert Moss. Published by Excelsior Editions
photo by RM
1 comment:
Lovely poem. In the morning I awaken in a dream and when I go to sleep I collect my energy from the dream and go home to what is real.
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