Monday, 20 August 2012


When daylight hits the dreamer’s face,
kaleidoscope’s fading and mingling.
He does not wake.

When darkness hits the dreamer’s face;
deep into longing he enters
his lonely truth.

When music hits the dreamer’s face
and sings in accord with heartbeat,
he dances

up into sunlight (stronger than puppets)
hungry for mischief today.

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