last night I dreamt you kissed me on the cheek
hold on
I need to know if this might be true
dream
I dreamt we were asleep together
I dreamt of you last night. Perhaps
that is too much inappropriate
information
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
many
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.
dark night
dark night, dark dreams swirling
eyes flicker, will they open?
blue bruised sky slowly lightens
Arriving at school
Arriving at school without my pants
caused some moments of cognitive dissonance
I looked at the playground clock, it was just eleven
but then the alarm rang and I woke up at seven.
Aged forty eight.
You were in my dreams
You were in my dreams all night long
In the day I dreamed to be in yours
Do you dream of me or with me?
Dawning
dawning
are you wakening
stirring turning
from your dreams
dawning
as the light flows
as your freedom grows
as your time begins
dawning
I am evening
cool moon shining
soft eyes close
dawning
are you wakening
stirring turning
in my dreams
I dreamt of Richard
I dreamt of Richard and a malfunctioning autocorrect on his iPad and woke up with my face streaked with tears of laughter. Then, of course, I realised Richard was not here any more and the tears began again.
I cannot bring to mind
I cannot bring to mind my dream from yesterday
though I know that it must run its course
before I begin anew.
I close my eyes in the mid-afternoon shade.
Cherry blossom clouds
Cherry blossom clouds
I close my eyes and you dream
The east wind wakes us
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.
