Living a dream

When I wake up rubbing my eyesdone with sleepready for the waking world I will grab in vainthe fading dreaminglingering in my woken mindready to beuncoiled and uncurled The routine of livingwill occupy timeturning minutes to hoursmorning to afternoonday into night sucked in the vortex of doing I will miss the good partof beingI mayContinue reading “Living a dream”

Hammock hanging on stars

How much Would I pay to go there to the moonIf I could Spend a dayOr possibly a cold nightNaah I wouldn’t goOn that desolate rockI like it better hereshiningwith white cold lightthere I would fretwrapped in a suitall grumpyhopping around in gravity one sixthwith schedule all tighttheremaybe I would sit and watchmy earth riseContinue reading “Hammock hanging on stars”