If anyone cares after I die to look at my writing, to look for themes, dreams and dreaming is a major thread throughout all of my writing. Bad dreams are good dreams. Good dreams are good dreams. I look for God there, sure it is the only place I can hear His voice true and resonant.



Water rises up past the skirting
lapping the mattress’ top edge
my fingertips dip into its warmth

I am dreaming now I think
and slip beneath sleep’s horizon
both arms flung upwards
in surrender, in abandon

Lasciate ogne speranza, voi ch’intrate.

writ large above dream gates
and like in every dream, all
language is mine there, present
beside deep memory of the world

Abandon all hope, ye who enter here.
it says but I know soul-deep
dreams are where hope lives


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