Our dreams betray us.

They haunt us with the spectre

                           of limitless possiblities.

Better instead that sleep

                   should only be sleeping

and rested upon waking

                             we the obedient

drudges are not filled

with the imaginings

                        of the limitless dreaming

                                                     mind.

 

 

What does the droning industrial being

need to know of the infinite save as

the duration of our indenture.

 

 

Last night my dreams betrayed me.

One dream/second flash of your

smiling face filled me

                                on waking

with the limitless pain

                              of loving you

                                     missing you.

 

 

Better to wake

                 without you

          from a dreamless sleep

where the loss of you

                     is beyond my imagining.