Wednesday, May 27, 2015

Reverie (While Listening To Miles Davis)

We talk in code to ourselves.
We master our illusions.
We hide our faces.

We put our armor on in the dark.
We don’t waste our time with mirrors.
Instead we wander within the silver linings of our own reverie.

A child plays with a purple dinosaur in a sandbox;
he imagines worlds from long ago
(now vanished if they ever existed at all).

The night makes everything whole again.
The stars peek out at us from behind a curtain.
They see us before we see them.