Friday, 18 May 2012
One day I dreamed a tiny dream
and dreamed of dreaming up a dream,
conjured from my brighter side
dancing in the high-day sun,
sand between my tiny toes,
hands and fingers up and reaching far,
far out into a web of stars.
But, in the dream, my dark side rose
and howled a wolf onto the moon,
chased a rabbit down a hole,
savage supper all I caught,
until I woke up in this dream
and jumped into a well - to cool -
before I woke up in my dream.