A Dream About A Dream
I had a dream about a dream and you were there, beautiful as any dream. You were with me in my dream and in the dream about the dream. I whispered it to you and you were listening like a young god would a prayer, reading lips and speaking in my tongue, interpreting my obscurest symbols, tracing each indented word with a gifted finger, mastering the Braille of my intentions. I sensed that we’d been there before together on that sacred acre, dreaming in each other’s arms. Was it just me? Have you walked along that beach as well, trying to remember, searching for a piece of rock or shell to pocket like a charm, like change that you could earn? Have you been hoping all this time that I would dream this dream, that I would wander close enough to kiss? And have you wondered if I’m out here praying that you’re somewhere drifting off in faithful sleep, believing that my dreams will all come true?
(From Tricky Serum: An Elixir of Poems by Dan Stone, Lethe Press, 2011).