dreams

words are not dreams words

move freely

dreams  make

a  ship...made of

dreams legless memories

night's when

a man holds up his hand

a dog barks

a man in a dream holds up his hand

showing

a vast resurrection...

looking

to take on board

life, restless

shades passing unto death 

 logic

following

last moments, grandfather, my great aunt i see  

 clothing...a suit coat unbuttoned

eternity's own self

 

 

Reviews

[Einstein Noodle]

this is so interesting .. are you a "sensitive"? .. your poem reminds me of a Viking warrior set down the waters on his funeral pyre ..
especially appreciate the reference to grandfather ... and a great aunt to boot!
again.. very interesting read for me!
E.

[SkinlessFrank]

your work is magnificent

[kmartell]

still needs work