Dreams (2002)

Are the bubbles of your imagination –

Capture it with your soul before it bursts.

An incoherent collage but nonetheless

A work of Art.

Each incomprehensible piece

Are celebrations of sunrise, a waxing moon,

A budding flower and childhood.

Each tatter, each fade,

Portrays the bleached faces of the past –

But they’re all there.

So dream and remember.

They’re not life’s target, but the arrows.