Rêverie

hardly keep my thoughts in line
perforation of space and time
from torn knotted shadows
to synaptic blackout
I need shelter
so I stand in the sun

a sweat, a jolt,
I wake up and find you’re gone
you’ll discover this is no dream
languid is as real as it seems
sleep images seam unstitched
morning sun melts into dust

hope is a welcome back
memory phalanx tapping on glass
winking from lights of London's stars.
umbrella’d umbra hides paused
skinny figure in the dark
face a shade of dream.