Dream (3/21/2012)

Did you have beautiful Dreams, too?

I could tell that you did.

Dreams of beautiful things that will never happen, now. Still,

They loft me into warm air,
Into currents of joy and love,
Far above the Earth and
The mundane sorrows
To be found there.

There is no practicality, here.
No enemies,
No betrayal,
No infidelity —
Only the impossibilities that make a dream
Like some almost-heaven,

Where enemies love their foes,
And the betrayed love their betrayers,
And no one is
Or jealous,
Or cruel.

The calculus of Reality
Holds no sway here.