A Fresh Dream

What does a dream do to a soul?

A minute ago, I almost fell off the bed,

in my dream my bed was elsewhere,

my friend slept next to me,

we both had a sore throat,

Dad had sold his old car, had bought a Golf.

For no one but me is any of this important

Your dream is your sea, your desert.

It’s your tears you must drink now,

fold the night into a drawer,

let go, let go.

I’m here, you’re somewhere else.