WIDE-AWAKE, DREAMER!
(oniric rhyme)
Published in
Dec 6, 2020
From time to time, my room disappears —
Dreaming is my thing, almost sober, I begin.
I feel humbled, debased.
Winding words bend to curl my senses —
Oil my gears, I shout, oil my gears.
A lady freaks out; her look warns me down.
Ain’t my fault, ain’t for real — I blabber and lookup;
hands down. I shall listen; instead, I jump — The sky is ours, the sky is ours, clouds won’t keep us out.
A sudden whisper reaches my heart first, my ear then — Wide-awake, dreamer! — The room that had disappeared fills up again.