2022 • tuned June 2026 Fly in sleep Bell the gong Reverse the age Silent song My eyelids lie lidded with dust The faucet drips The razor’s edge rusts Dreams of youth have fled with dreams of lust Waking where the willows weep Then rolling over and sinking back into sleep Down in the ravines where kudzu and Virginia creepers creep haunted by thoughts I should better not keep and revealing myself to the tealeaves that steep Wandering through waters my knees measure deep And here, at the bottom of sleep, the dream talks in its own tongue: dancing free, destined to see, often lit, catcher mitt, couplet split — the words at play like children, sense gone swimming, sound set free I slip myself through as posey children sing round rosey ring All things are possible God bless the good king And I wake with tears on my face, good tears: Tears of appreciation Tears of sweetness and healing Tears that defy fear and reflect the Truth You are essential This has always been true Everything connects by the thread of your desire Everything connects God’s Love to you. Rob Chavez © 2026 Rob Chavez. All Rights Reserved.