Hypnotised by the underexposed clouds
in this dream with overexposed mouths,
I imagined that the light and the wind and water
were stars and wine and wonder.
And as dreams do, they wander,
or stay forever a love, like a daughter.
Still, here is the reality for now, sun and souths
with corners, away from crowds.
Then fast forwards the life, but missing the end,
and the party, the dying in arms,
that wine (again),
the burn.
Regrettably, most dreams end with no learn,
for the ether lacks a pen.
And her compliance, her charms,
were wasted messages to send.
©HeyHey 2018
