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
11/8/2004 • tuned June 2026