Soothe me with dreams, dream-maker when I sleep
pour them generously, softly into my slumbering mind
as it escapes from the world.
May each burn brightly
with the flames of, a beauty, a peace
yet undisclosed to the light of any day
those of a kind my heart has never before felt
those of a kind my eyes have never before seen
those of a kind my soul has ever before been stilled by
those of a kind that I pray in remembering
each step through these enigmatic realms
will remain afloat, waiting for my sun abandoned return
and retain their islanded driftings
within my dormant reach.