Dreamsleep

I rest in the memory

of things that I’ve loved

where time is not finite

 below or above

These pockets of joy

hold the key to my fate

as the dreams of my father

in slumber gestate

To live past tomorrow

diving deep in the past

with time still a virgin

the moment to last

And rise resurrected

each day with the sun

knowing fortune awaits me

—when sleep again comes

(Rosemont Pennsylvania: December, 2021)