I dreamt we were asleep together

I dreamt of you last night. Perhaps
that is too much inappropriate

but I did. The fact is there.
I dreamt of you
and promised you a story
in my dream.

I dreamt we were asleep together
and in my dream
I dreamt of you. I dreamt
a story
that held us together until
the very end.

Its narrative was loose and
shaky and there were
twists and turns
that I could not quite follow
and cannot now recall.

But the dream was a story
and the story a dream
and we were together
and that is the end.


are you wakening
stirring turning
from your dreams

as the light flows
as your freedom grows
as your time begins

I am evening
cool moon shining
soft eyes close

are you wakening
stirring turning
in my dreams

I woke up

I woke up from the glue dream and got off the train. Up the emergency stairs to Holborn where the traffic had stopped. Why? Because Bobby had landed his helicopter in the middle of the street. Yes – Bobby, helicopter, Holborn. Again. The rotors blew years of diesel dust from the trees into my eyes. I squinted between my fingers and Bobby was waving to me. That did not surprise me though it should perhaps have done but the helicopter did. It was soft and hazy and billowed and waved, red and pink and spots and stars. Jump in, jump in, called a voice, a spinkly sparkly monkily voice. I jumped in and we flew upside down above the river towards the sea. My hair had grown and curled and flew behind me in ringlets. I closed my eyes and tried to wake up again.