A walk into my dreams,
holding my dream-self
by the hand,
we enter a land
peopled by doves and dragons
happy rainbows over
blackened clouds
to divine the bizarre and beautiful
frightening mountains and flowered meadows
to wake in the morning
to rumpled covers,
a tearstained face or a crooked smile.
Dreams fray like sunrise clouds
my dream-self fades into my pillow
and I am changed.
“I wake to sleep and take my waking slow.”
~ Theodore Roethke, Words for the Wind: The Collected Verse
(1908 ~ 1963)
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