dreams

A Circle of Fire
Glows through the night
White hot
As big as the universe
Like a single Olympic ring
Flowing, moving, churning
Clockwise
A soft river
Connecting all that is

I am in the center
Protected
Connected
Devoted
To things bigger than my self

I am Just a Boxer

He is solid and strong
And stands tall in the ring
Like a door with a lock
That you cannot get though

Firm in his stance
Red gloves in front
Protecting

But be aware
Of the strong arm
Shooting out like a cannon
To connect with your jaw

Surprise

Afterwards I help heal his wound
The cut above his right eye
He asks me to linger there
The softness in him
At the surface now

He looks up with swollen eyes
and asks
"Where do you want me to go now?"

The Buddha and the Barcode

We walk through the water
Three inches over the whole of the piazza
Maybe it's true what they say
About Venice sinking

Small worms appear
Like those after a rainstorm
I slip and fall
Laughing on the way down

With a caring smile
He reaches out a hand to help me up
"What about Les Mis?" he says
As he pulls me to my feet

I look at his right forearm
and see
The most beautiful Buddha
And a stark black and white bar code
Tattooed there

Shoot the Moon

In my dream
I am sitting under a gorgeous full moon
Off white
Huge and round
Shining down on me
Only me
Bathing me in his/her soft light
Like sweet white arms reaching around me
Holding me
Embracing me
I am connected to the moon
Our minds are melding

Then I watch in confusion as two streaks of light
Shoot upwards
Towards the moon
And hit it
Hard
The moon shudders
And shakes
And falls from the sky
It is no more
A profound sadness embraces me then