Dreaming of Friends and Lovers on the Astral Plane
A free verse poem
How can I explain when there are few words I can choose
How can I explain when words get broken
how do dreams feel
when there are no words
Jungians talk about symbols
they might be right
by no means wrong
but damn their certainty
new age Mularkey
no symbol necessarily means to anyone what it means to you or me
angel numbers
cottage internet industry
commercially materializing spirituality
no soul ever torn nor split into two
you’ll flame out chasing that myth
but an eternal Earthly traveling soul and heaven mate you may have
many in fact
and when you sleep
you meet
Thunder only happens when it’s rainin’
Players only love you when they’re playin’
recited those dreamy lyrics from memory
perhaps because it’s raining here and I hear it pitter-pattering
or because if the rain comes, they run inside your head, and might as well be dead
