Dream Walking Poem by David Whalen

When I can feel the texture
of the scent of roses…
Sense the velvet caress
Of the fog’s vaporous touch

Feel the sonorous
voice of Elvis
the velvet-like timbre
That I loved so much

When I can feel the warmth
From brown eyes that look into mine
And hear unspoken whispers…
And taste unsipped wine

When I can talk to the raven
And he… speak to me…
His words will be graven
In my heart… eternally

When I can hear the grass growing
When I can taste…fairy dust
And hear the hiss of rainbows
And know the sound of trust

If I can experience just one of these
And know also… all is not what it seems
I’ll also feel my heart’s voice singing
And know I’m walking in my dreams