In that frailty between wake and sleep,

A bridge as thin and strong as spider web

What the dream?

Who the dreamer?  

Dream Bridge

Too warm to rise and too sleep bound,

Last night I wrote such words profound

Upon the palette of my dream.

But lost the all important theme

Weaving through my pillowed head.

So that when I did awake

I saw the words disintegrate.

I should have bolted out of bed.

Penned those thoughts.

But NO! ..instead...

I chose to stay in R.E.M.

Feeling that I could keep them.

But all at once they ceased to teem

They chose to stay within the dream.

And I could only mourn their loss

So next time that I come across

That bridge as thin as spider work,

I‘ll choose to rise above the murk,

And make sure that those gifts are penned

Before the filament can rend.

April 2010 Grapher