04-02-2019, 11:43 AM
Lucid
There is no earth-like world
so far from here
that I can't get to it
and find you
waiting for me.
I could conjure a beach somewhere
with silver sand
and not a soul in sight
where a sun-like star
splits the cotton candy clouds
to spit lemon drops
on your shoulders
while you skip in the surf--
flushed,
pretending not to see me,
playing at playing hard-to-get.
(From there it gets a little kiss-and-tell
and I won't stoop to it.)
But there are nightmares too;
nightmares darker than lucid is luminous.
There are nightmares too.
There is no earth-like world
so far from here
that I can't get to it
and find you
waiting for me.
I could conjure a beach somewhere
with silver sand
and not a soul in sight
where a sun-like star
splits the cotton candy clouds
to spit lemon drops
on your shoulders
while you skip in the surf--
flushed,
pretending not to see me,
playing at playing hard-to-get.
(From there it gets a little kiss-and-tell
and I won't stoop to it.)
But there are nightmares too;
nightmares darker than lucid is luminous.
There are nightmares too.