To be a breath, to be your dream –
one you don’t quite understand beneath the burden of your REM sleep
You wake and search for meaning, apply it to your life and feel absolved from the indecency you’ve seen.
Until we beam, I’ll meet you there
where we’ll roam through poppy-covered life rafts afloat a gold-leafed old oak sea
in search of youth and mystic truth
we tumble through heavy hearts some other hopefuls left behind