Dream

I dream of someplace warm
A place where the summer sea laps at thankful toes and
Blinding, white sand slips into bright sandals and
Warm wind skims across the salty spray of
Waves
Crashing

I dream of someplace quiet
A place where the rains patters like midnight footsteps on the windowpanes and
Clear, gray light lies sleepily within the
Walls
Softly

I live someplace where the cold is forever imminent and lingering
And the wind is shocking and tears through hot flesh and bone
And the minimal, blessed solitude lasts but a lonely moment

But my mind lives in a paradise of expression
A place where the words breathe like the ocean and break like the sea
A place where brilliant colors lay dormant, to be set free by the backs of my eyelids
I truly live in phantasmagoric strings of consciousness
And I don’t even have to
Dream