Dream Poem by Tess Rockenstire

Dreaming and dreaming without closing my eyes,
Vision of transitory device.
As this carnal mind erodes into a dark night.
Illusions of purgatory, circulatory anally mind.

Transcending farther away in the sky,
My imagination, my mind has its on disguise.
Luminous view of surpassing time,
Is carried through this magical route of dream.

Sometimes good, or bad,
Or could be love or hate,
Maybe my childhood history,
Or the first sizzling steak I have.

Or I could be dreaming of you.