Wild Dreaming
Poem
Looks like you spend
Your free time
Shopping through
The windows of my eyes
Your dreams!
Your dreams!
Looking like my sights
Keep dreaming
Oh, keep in that space
Laying in my nightly travels
Cushioned Space-craft,
Fueled by thoughts of places
Far and new, deep yet unique.
Why do they end on the dark side?
A side with jagged edge faces
Why do I return to this rapid fall?
I’m too full of wasted adventures.
I don’t need these thoughts
My thinking taken to wastelands.
Your dreams!
Your dreams!
Looking like my sights
Keep dreaming
Oh, keep in that space
It’s all become too scary to return
It’s not what my eyes saw
I stepped on the wrong flight
Let me off your wild ride.
Let me into the light of the day,
Time to rethink, find thoughts of my dreams.
more by THOMAS DEANGELO
photograph by Benjamin Combs
