Dream Poem Poem by Doral Deepset

I put the words
to bed

tuck ‘em up
in a comfy notepad

as they dream
their way into being

talking in tongues

shyly chatting up equally shy syllables

their thoughts
fragile things

a butterfly’s
wing.

In the morning
I peel away the patina

of their thin veiled
dreams

a palimpsest of things

listen to what
the words have to say

write it
all down in a neat

calligraphic hand

& pretend
I wrote it myself.