In Dream's Home

by Michaelw1two inspired by the word works of damos French in the dream I am kind, of dreaming; masks worn in reality, break like crystal wine glasses; I am no more, than I know I am, I am loved, familar, translucent, effluent; so my heart is transparent, then I lose it, my soul achieves the form of this dream's fluidity; abundant of spirit, perfectly visible in my fantasy, in my dreams, there is clarity, as mist to the fog; into the distance my horizon is a visible vestage, no more than sleeping's fancy, through a good snore, yet I need breath, and have width, and length, I think; in dreams I experience my essenc raptured, I sense more, I know I have a home, I am captured. Michael Darrell Walker