There are Some Days
From spring 2007:
There are some days I wake up
clinging to my dreams.
And I don’t mean like big dreams,
Or big scenes, haloes, or
‘misty mountain tops.’
But those residues that lie
Only to recede when
I first regain consciousness.
Sometimes I dream in music.
With music. Of music. I’ve played.
Am playing, have not yet written.
may never write.
I dream in color. There are soundtracks
To films that play only within me.
I speak languages I know.
Once knew. Have forgotten.
Never learned.
Dreaming before sleep
But not in class
Is neither impossible
Nor unheard of.
Sometimes the visions
I give myself
Before rest
Are, quite simply,
The best.
And then I cling to those too.
But I can’t help falling asleep eventually.