The danger of waking up is forgetting your dreams

There goes my girlfriend
Lady Tuesday
Sun-fruits glitter in her hair
Cannon balls lurk beneath her stare
Her weekend is never far behind

Remember
The nightingale
You eager seek
Lives in the breeze
Of the open wild
Not in the feeble
Cage of your
Calcified imagination.

A poem
Is just a picture
Tied up in strings of words

I chased ghosts all that summer
Between the breaking bars
Carrying the tune to the daily rhythm
They supplied the lyrics
Sometimes
When all the world was in a line
And I was at a loss
They were kindred spirits of a kind
Rich and full of the life they lost
I chased them with the spark of youth
Till I too was lost.

Peter Pan

Today the children dress themselves
I want the swing sets for me alone
Squeezing adult hands into kiddie gloves
To swish and soar and fly off home.