I dreamed I was alone
bathed in light
in a straight hallway
Not led like a dog,
or pulled by my hair,
not having to stay
It opened to a park
shadows and sun
a polka dotted scene
A quiet afternoon
a sideway glance
at a handsome peddler
I dreamed my pace
slow as falling snow
aimless and serene
Dear God,
what would you want
to make it real?
Why crown
this cockroach in chain?
Oh the pain I feel..
And the answer came
as always, the same
“Come to me my darling”
Jam
2003
