Dream A Day Dream Poem by Val Brooklyn Rogers

I looked upon the scene as the whole day were a dream.
Children play happily with smiles and screams that light
The day.
The day becomes a burning star.
I reminisce on the curly shores of waves that can never quite
Behave.
It must be early morning. I step out of ecstasy to take a bow
To whom ever created such pillow plush green things and
Roaring oceans floors in between worlds of dreamy dimensions.

I get a mighty rush of cool SUEDE liquid at my feet.
I can not move, all spaces are clear. No faces are near.
My speech is absent nearly obsolete.
I look upon the scene with newness and clarity.
I see DUCKS IN A ROW in the pond.

Go round go round go round. Does not make one sound.
How does this precious dream end?
When? Win. Take the world and spin. Spend the time.
Span the distance of yesterday and today.
The caressing of the cool knows no end and words breech
The kindly ROSEFUL Atmosphere. 'IS ANYONE THERE? ', 'HELLO'

I thought you had fallen from the edge of the earth.
There's that sneaky emotion of pleasure, pleasure of
Texture. I am awAke to measure this pleasure for light
Years and forever.