Passing Dreams
by: Sev Meyer
(Written, December,1989)
I stand in awe, in disbelief
Of dreams still unexplained.
Old friends, new music, fresh ideas,
In sleepy, thought-clogged lanes.
I reach to grasp these inspirations,
To make some sense of same.
And would perchance bring them all home
To daylights lifelike game.
But in the waning sleep-plagued hours,
Just prior to the dawn,
My mind is purged of every thought,
As with a new-mown lawn.
Each blade of grass and wayward weed
Is clipped and changes form.
As with my dreamy nighttime thoughts,
That in a wink... are gone.
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