Dreams come easy
Dreams come easy
Dreams come easy
water colors smooth and blended
shimmering shades of blue, lime
The acqua something time has mended
Ponderoso, I wonder, the language
I loved, it others, I shudder.
Maybe the reason I’ve forgotten
is that I don’t want to be the fool.
Impulsive or intuitive?
Two sides of a coin,
a line over which I have darted
back and forth all my life.
What does that make me?
How many ways can I test
the limits of liminality?
What mistakes must I make,
to be the best version of me?
My eyes droop as the dreams
come to whisk me away.
Stay close dear pencil faithful pen
lest the monsters come to play.
