may we all be heard
words are bells
let them ring!

Thom World Poet Austin, Texas, USA
Global Radical networker and activist for promoting the live Creative Arts,
at every possible opportunity, especially in his home-city, Austin, Texas, USA

Monday, March 19, 2012

Dream time

drops of water(teardrops-the gift of time
a bucket for sadness.Drip drip drip
it fills.You empty it.It fills again
(there is a hole in the top you can never fill!

time stops for dreams to alight
there are passengers in our dreams
hitchhikers-they await our disposition
we let them get off where they will

inside,a rosy glow
outside-a fog surrounds
in the house of dreams
there are many cupboards!

entering bed .entering dreams
coming in like a plane in the airport morning
prepare to land.we are over the sea
it is deeper than time could ever be

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