In a dream I sleep
with eyes wide open
looking at the skies
watching the angels
move in unison
among the stars
I let my hands
mold the clouds
into different shapes
chasing a flock of sheep
going where the wind
is like a shepherd of the night
I put a mound of hope
inside a crater of the moon
like a feathered pillow
in preparation for a night cap
before the next satellite
comes looking
for a drink of water
then I stirred at the sound
of imaginary people
running in the hallway
with my feet reaching the floor
and my flailing hands closing
the nocturnal door
in a dream I sleep
no more, ever.
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