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 .warmth.fire
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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