A Random Real Dream
Wants to be a poem
Remind me what happened? I ask
… Well, there were two homes
… One a glorious mess, the other orderly
Oh I see them now, the two homes inside me
… Then a young man with a sky board
… Took you on a journey above the clouds
Oh I loved this – an ecstatic flight
… A friend gave you an old camera
Ah, yes, but too late to catch the magical clouds
Then again …
Photos don’t show reality anymore
… Why does the real you feel need proof?
Good thought …
Thank you dream, I’ll share our real –
Even if nobody cares …
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The same goes for my novels – see my books page
In ‘Course of Mirrors,’ Ana embarks on a quest for The Real
Course of Mirrors 