Dream Stream

there are faeries in this brook
who hold my desires under key
so when my pleasures float downstream
the thoughts which build them you can’t see
they keep them safe until the day
I reveal myself to thee
and hold their tongues on my behalf
while I debate what is to be
with each soft dream I dream of you
inner secrets I compel
to the wee folk in the stream
lock them away and do not tell.


Fluttered Dreams

celebrate the butterflies
which fly inside your brain
fill them full of nectared thoughts
to make sure they remain
for they keep your dreams alive
upon their silken wings
and who knows if those dreams are sweet
what in waking they may bring.