Portraits from Dreamland

What could you want?

He smiled as he lay back into the deep sleep

Of rainfall and every fulfillment

Memory he’d pillowed with before.

Only love has true power,

The smooth flavor and taste of love.

The change is his growing up-

No more tying a shoe even without

Thinking of the leather lace, the loop knot,

The child’s head kneeling over,  determination

Intact and absolute.

She remembers her own dreamland,

So far from his, they never knew.

Who knows, until we remember,

And that absolute reminder of love,

The gentle velvet hammer of knowledge

Which knocks sometimes so gently on the door

And windows of our mind to say,

Hear me? Hey?

Awake?  Come play.

There is no way to know

The journeys a mind has taken

Without the adventure eventually

Becoming a part of that mind’s game,

And ultimate joy.

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