Dreams Poem by Derek R. Audette
Dreams
If I had one wish,
I'd be tempted
to wish for the ability to invent
a machine
capable of recording one's dreams.
My dreams are of the highest art
that I know,
and it is a shameful misfortune
that they always play
merely to an audience of
one.
Thursday, June 16, 2005
Topic(s) of this poem: dreams
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