Dreams

I can feel it in front of me

It is a lark flitting about in the open air

And I can hear the steady beat of wings

And feel the small vibrations

And I can smell the movement side to side

And I open my eyes and everything is gone

So I close them again

And the lark is there again

I close my eyes and let the wave of semisomnia engulf me

All the while painfully alert

Well knowing if I don't think about it

I can catch her and hold her in my hands and Remember

But it is my knowing of this fact

That shocks me back into the coffee in my left hand and the pencil in my right

And makes me wonder

Whether the lark was ever there