Why does the eye see a thing more clearly in dreams than the imagination when awake? Leonardo da Vinci
Ah, dawn you come so quickly
and pull me into this waking world
where gravity is immutable
and my senses restricted to five.
I long to remain in my world of sleep
beyond the laws of physics.
Where I can spin with ease in blue chiffon
and love with unfettered passion.
Or follow mysterious train tracks that lead to risky adventures
Or explore ancient rooms in Victorian houses draped in white sheets of potential.
I will miss the surprises like a love hug from Daddy
and flying through forests, transporting through time,
and receiving advice from my muse.
I long to remain in my ethereal world
where I can touch the visions I conjure.
But the cat scratches “feed me” on my bedroom door
when the curtains glow mandarin orange.
So I sigh out of bed, touch the chilled pane of morning,
and slowly cross over to waking
in the afterglow of my dreams.