Debts to Pay


When I was young and dreaming
I never stopped to think.
The earth I grew in spoke to me
and the wind taught me to sing.
Warm morning sun would wake me
and draw me out in play,
when I was young and dreaming and
had no debts to pay.

A Story, Perhaps

A time comes
when dreaming is as important,

no more important,

than the awake world
in the lives of some people.
These people believe they can dream the world anew.

They start
by doing the smallest things in dream:
they blink their eyes, nod their head or
wave toward the view of the dreamer.

With time they begin to build things:
a desert from a sandbox,
a garden from a blade of grass,
a shed, a house, a castle.

Eventually,
they connect with others
like themselves in the realm of dream.
Their circle grows as they form
a meeting place
where they choose to spend
part of their waking lives in dreaming.

Some go crazy, or get caught-up in a nightmare.
Others simply disappear as their dreams
fade from consciousness.

But, a few get through
to the reality of dreams

and they begin

to remake

the world.