the Dream

the Dream 

 

I miss children

their laughter tickles

me

fresh, free minds

play of the gods where

dreams of earth create

it, laughter fills it with

life

only we can twist it from

its original purpose,

which is to grow

a smile

a thought

a sunrise of imagining

to lull to sleep amid the

soft whispering

enchantment

life

women know it,

channel its soft desire with

the force of creation

they are the gateway

to dreams

poem