Veil of Dreams
In dreams I keep trying to find my way
back to the house of my childhood
and sometimes I end up getting lost.
I keep seeking out
my best childhood friend
with whom things ended
uncomfortably, long ago.
Thugs and killers haunt my dreams,
dwarves and people with running sores,
and angry parents.
There are strange weddings with no bride,
or a bride carrying shrunken heads,
and there are children
and old girl friends,
many women or girls I don't know,
and polished stones with God's Face on them.
When I read through these dreams
I still find them speaking
a language I don't understand.
Night's flying carpet takes me
to lost or forlorn worlds
and a few bright ones,
but I find myself
sitting here in the garish light
as if I've never been anywhere at all.
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