Sometimes I want to
wake up
from a dream,
the kind I’m living
today,
wishing everything I feel
might step into another
realm.
A dream,
a moment,
a memory.
I wonder what it would be like
to suddenly turn the clock
return to a time
when I didn’t think about dreams
the way I do today.
I think you are often in my dreams when I wake
the middle of the night
find I’m no closer to you
than I was when I
crawled
into bed last night.
I remember the moment is a dream.