Of what do you dream?
Above rooftops of Amber
Of the scent of Muscavado,
Bravado and sandlewood
Of ideas over candlelight
Of repeating fears and memes
Pipedreams and day dreams
And not quite waking in the night
Mares and poetry taking form
in the delight of synaptic flashes of inspired themes.
Of teeth falling out, of nakedness
and revealing all that cannot be seen.
Scenes of pleasure and pangs of defeat.
Of what do you dream? Of what is your longing?
Belonging? And place of being.
For it seems you are waking.
All is not as it seems.