Sonnet On A Short Dream

a face engraved in sculpted whole
from photographs faded and torn
upon his shoulder seemed to form
and from this magic bore a soul
lips which held but silent words
laid as silver on the glass
opened and their kiss did pass
effortlessly the world disturbed
thus are dreams realities
within the confines of closed eyes
such reveries I dare surmise
are the birth of fantasy
for in my mind my love’s as true
as flesh desires I feel for you.

The Stream

is this wooden bridge my dream
or the silver stream it crossed
perhaps the watching trees in green
watch upon the sleeping lost
who wander down this way of mind
in night-time reveries a glow
for this dreamer seeks to find
that which ancient glades may know.

I wade into unconscious water
far beyond the reasoned world
now complete in slumbers caught
I let this babbling dream unfurl
and hope among my mind’s landscapes
the world of waking be forgot
for this reality of mindscapes
should true paradise allot.