floating dreams

when the skies are silent
and the winds and clouds are off
exploring other lands,
we sit quietly in the sun
our dreams and memories floating by
like so many leaves in a pond.
we are the water that holds them,
touches them all
and carries them away.

be still beside us
and we will fill your minds
with leaves and thunder.
as the pond's cool water caresses you,
we will give you our dreams,
and the skies will speak again.


12/4/1991