Dream poetry from my pen (SidneyLouis)

**SidneyLouis** · 10-20-2016 01:27 AM

As I'm sure is true for many (if not most) of you fine folks, I draw much inspiration from my dreams. I'll post the occasional example in this thread, and I thank you in advance for sparing some of your time in reading them

**SidneyLouis** · 10-20-2016 01:31 AM

i may slip, i may trip,
but i'll never lose my grip.
I keep on this tip — words spill from my lip;
my cup overflows,
and i sip.
as sure as the path cut in the air by an arrow
is my manifest destiny —
to open and unfold.

i'd give my left arm
— NO! —
i'd give my body
to be reborn as a tree,
limbs spread and
roots
jacked
in,
whose only job is to co-mingle earth & sky,
and whose true pleasure is the yoga
of ST R E T C H I N G
just a little more each day.

in my dreams, i fight the battles my ego picks
on a different field
than the sun-drenched day's.

in my dreams,
i find myself miles underwater
and running out of air --
but, i can breathe this liquid,
and i am suspended in amniotic bliss.

i dream that i fall,
and the ground spells my doom
in a green and growing rush
— BUT! —
i deny its eager embrace
by reclaiming my wings
and carving my lucid joy into the sky.

you may see me falling
on the other side of night —
don't worry;
i'm just picking up speed.

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undated, untitled, from an old journal